Debut album from Maestro.
It started with an escape. The Butcher fled without a word, fleeing from one island to another. No one knew what he was running from—or towards. He lived in exile. He worked alone. But what exactly was his work? This too remained unknown.
Late one night The Alchemist arrived. Quiet, keen, prophetic. A local man who saw what came before and who knew what was ahead. A man who understood the voice of reason would not necessarily be the voice of a man. He turned sculpture to sound and sound into aesthetic scripture. A visionary to some; a madman to others.
The Butcher and The Alchemist joined forces. Their experiments echoed throughout the town in the early hours of the morning. Sometimes, the clanking of gears, other times, distorted cries. And melodies: hypnotic, mysterious, sinister. Hidden things look brighter in the dark.
Together, they made a creation. Its name was Maestro.
Maestro has no earthly origins. No memory, no body, no age, no face. It exists in a realm beyond time and space, a place where anticipation of the past and nostalgia for the future meet and meld. It is not alive or dead, but it breathes. It has a pulse, a voice, and rhythm. It is a portal. It is a dimension. It is both man and machine.
'Mountains Of Madness' is the tale of this creation. A journey from feeling mechanical to the mechanics of feeling. A legend that begins with madness, exile, and fear and turns to birth, love, and loss… all ending with a final realization…
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