The bit that is born in the sarcophagus. Heavy, booming, with distorted percussion, as if someone is hitting a metal pipe in an empty workshop. It's the rhythm of a dead city. Bass - the radiation level is off the charts. Dirty, deep 808 kicks that don't sound, but put pressure on the psyche. The vibration that makes the windows in the armored UAZ shake. The samples are voices from the past. Fragments of Soviet radio broadcasts, hissing