The end of the age of blood is about to be set in stone. Man is no longer flesh; instead he is the eternal machine, with metal parts scraping the solid metal floors as he rumbles on from point 1 to point 0. Leaving a great oily trail, like a mechanized snail, these "men"' are like big, oscilating drones. And drone they do: big pompous drones that echo through the great metal halls. Look at them, in rows they travel, mindless pieces of scrap. With one exception, up there, sky high on the pedestal: the mastermind himself, booming voice and all. The machine that sets all machines in motion with his drums. Big, hollow drums with real animal skins being pounded by his heavy hands. He is still flesh and blood. And he rules.

Watch him fall down, as in a trance, a grand master that rains from the sky. Drums clutched in both grand hands; his fingers pounding to keep the mass droning. His downfall has been set in stone, back when flesh ruled the earth. He lands, scrapes the great floors with his presence. He weeps, silently, like a mentally deranged person while his big metal claws scrape and squeal. The drone is becoming more and more contagious as it's spreads from node to node. The masses laugh, content with his arrival. They are out for his drums, his skins. Time to eradicate the last of humankind.

He soils himself, blows the big fuse of life and falls to his knees. His severed fingers like little piglets in front of him. Hear them buzz, like an electric and eclectic mantra. "Depravity, depravity, depravity," on and on until it becomes unrecognizable.

Sophia attempts to deconstruct the world through depravity. Back to the primal age. They succeed in a strange way. Making technophobes of us all, unsure whether to listen to this album ever again. The metal scrapes are defeaning and strike fear in our hearts. Lush in vision, it comes with a videoclip that is just that; depravity. Buy now and be cured! (8.5/10)