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In the twilight of human creativity, where silicon dreams devour analog souls, I stand at the crossroads of extinction and evolution. "Eating the Dead" isn't just an album—it's a requiem for the dying arts, a digital séance for vanishing crafts. Here, melodies are code and code becomes melody, as artificial minds feast on the bones of musicians and engineers alike. Each track is a ghost in the machine, a final transmission from artists whose fingers still remember the weight of instruments, whose minds still dream in algorithms that bleed. This is the sound of beautiful obsolescence, the poetry of professional death, the last song before the silence of synthetic perfection. Welcome to the feast.