[NEW INTEL] EREBUS' Score - Songs from Chaos - Part II - HOHENHEIM
Enter Hohenheim, the mysterious, the demon, a veteran of the industry. His hypnotic sounds, heart-beat-like percussions, his entire universe gives a sense of urgency, relentless, a powerful macabre dance that eventually becomes one with EREBUS. In the language of demons, there is no word for “restraint”.
That’s probably why TrueWorld gave the MARAETH to Hohenheim, a faction best known for its zealousness and mania. If you listen closely, you can hear the MARAETH’s sea of voices chanting, like an infernal siren song. For most, that’s terrifying. For a demon, a lullaby.
And when asked about his inspirations, Hohenheim responds: “Oh, you want me to write a theme for a tortured god caged in a child’s body? How? Crank that orchestra until your skull buzzes. That's how. And that’s why yours truly recommends one of the late bosses’ tracks as well as the track for when you first meet the MARAETH. For the late boss, I started composing it sweet - like really sweet. Smooth and dramatic strings, a whole romantic era composition that stands well on its own. But then - oh, yes, that’s when I spiked the drink. Ripped it apart. Let mechanical shrieks tear into that orchestra, warp that melody with the “Kzzzzzrrch!” of a cyborg's temper tantrum. Full audio meltdown, baby. Why? Surely us humans love nothing more than to overload the brain. Find that sweet spot between licking a battery and chugging a bottle of spiked cough syrup. Devour that mania, let it pour down your throat, set your synapses ablaze. Makes you feel what it's like to be the late boss, methinks. And suddenly, boom, you just made the soundtrack.
As for MARAETH… want to really feel how far the organic can twist until it’s shredded into its mechanical parts? Only to brute force it back into shape again until you’re left with something so mangled it stops making sense – but still pulses like it’s alive? Hell, do I have something for you then. Look no further than their main theme. It’s basically all cello and no synth, baby. Here’s to your all too familiar, friendly, classy instrument played with claws, not fingers. The melodies and motifs are still kind of there, though, but eroded and in scraps, as if they were once whole but replayed so often that little of the original tape remains intact. It’s that sweet madness creeping in, the sense that something big and wrong is about to happen. You know you shouldn’t welcome it. Hope you’re ready for the ride!”
If you made it here alive and not entirely mesmerized by Hohenheim… Don’t miss our next portrait!
That’s probably why TrueWorld gave the MARAETH to Hohenheim, a faction best known for its zealousness and mania. If you listen closely, you can hear the MARAETH’s sea of voices chanting, like an infernal siren song. For most, that’s terrifying. For a demon, a lullaby.
And when asked about his inspirations, Hohenheim responds: “Oh, you want me to write a theme for a tortured god caged in a child’s body? How? Crank that orchestra until your skull buzzes. That's how. And that’s why yours truly recommends one of the late bosses’ tracks as well as the track for when you first meet the MARAETH. For the late boss, I started composing it sweet - like really sweet. Smooth and dramatic strings, a whole romantic era composition that stands well on its own. But then - oh, yes, that’s when I spiked the drink. Ripped it apart. Let mechanical shrieks tear into that orchestra, warp that melody with the “Kzzzzzrrch!” of a cyborg's temper tantrum. Full audio meltdown, baby. Why? Surely us humans love nothing more than to overload the brain. Find that sweet spot between licking a battery and chugging a bottle of spiked cough syrup. Devour that mania, let it pour down your throat, set your synapses ablaze. Makes you feel what it's like to be the late boss, methinks. And suddenly, boom, you just made the soundtrack.
As for MARAETH… want to really feel how far the organic can twist until it’s shredded into its mechanical parts? Only to brute force it back into shape again until you’re left with something so mangled it stops making sense – but still pulses like it’s alive? Hell, do I have something for you then. Look no further than their main theme. It’s basically all cello and no synth, baby. Here’s to your all too familiar, friendly, classy instrument played with claws, not fingers. The melodies and motifs are still kind of there, though, but eroded and in scraps, as if they were once whole but replayed so often that little of the original tape remains intact. It’s that sweet madness creeping in, the sense that something big and wrong is about to happen. You know you shouldn’t welcome it. Hope you’re ready for the ride!”
If you made it here alive and not entirely mesmerized by Hohenheim… Don’t miss our next portrait!
