Rumours are going around, saying that he doesn鈥檛 sleep at night; and that he grows a fluffy coat and hideous fangs on full moon. Though others believe he is the mastermind behind the fall of the Berlin wall and he is now running the show at CERN.
His music is the soundtrack of abandoned industrial landscapes and forgotten machines. It sounds as obscure as a back alley in a David Lynch movie, then again frisky as a filly on speed; while made with the barbarism of a psycho viking. OA does not compromise: the beat goes on, forever and ever. This is where self-indulgence breeds and spreads its power to the weak.
Untill the 1st of May 2015, OA submerged to the undergroud. A dark world of mach
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