From the deepest folds of the Void Dimension, where light screams and sound bleeds, emerges Mr.Black—a shadow-drenched architect of chaos. His debut album, Brain Splinter, is a genre-splitting weapon, fusing aggro-industrial, cyberpunk trap, punk, and metal into a jagged sonic organism that feels alive… and hostile.
This isn't music. It's a neural invasion. Every track lurches like a mechanical beast, driven by distorted 808s, serrated guitars, cybernetic screeches, and vocal ruptures that sound like they're channeled through possessed machinery. It's futuristic. It’s primal. It’s violent art.
In Brain Splinter, Mr.Black doesn’t ask for permission—he infects. His rhythms glitch like corrupted code, while his screams echo with centuries of entropy. This is music for collapsing cities, for neon cults worshiping firewalls and demons. Each song is a transmission from a collapsing parallel universe where machines dream in nightmares and rebellion is encrypted in static.
Critics whisper that it’s ahead of its time—too brutal for today, too prophetic to ignore. It doesn’t just push boundaries—it surgically removes them and grinds them into digital ash.
Listen at your own risk. Once it gets in your head, it never leaves.