Once upon a time, on the eastern bank of The White River, when the fertile lands witnessed the most tremendous flames that had ever occurred, a divine spirit appeared blandly in the foggy waters. Cloaked in black garments, with ink-fish rings adorning every single finger and an ophidian mark on the countenance, the uncanny figure emerged from the water and extinguished the inferno as it slowly walked towards the scorching lands. Known as "Personal Sauveur" by the people, the figure began revealing the essence of the creative life force to the first Kalamari tribe and then vanished swiftly.

At the dawn of a makeshift civilization, the "Personal Sauveur" icon started to be venerated throughout the Kalamari empire. The people chose to forsake their sun-worshipping beliefs and all associated symbols of oppression. Instead, the believers embraced an alternative way of life: harvesting forest fruits under the dark starry nights, transforming their lucid dreams into ritual chants, venerating earthly spirits in plural form, paying reverence to the sacred waters, and transforming every sickness into a profound body of knowledge. For centuries, the Kalamari mankind lived in peaceful harmony until the wicked despots returned and decimated the entire population. It marked the end of an era, so they say...

In 2020, a fortuitous discovery was made when a suitcase filled with mummified ink-fish rings was found in the swampy soils of a Brussels suburb. The antique treasure quickly captivated the Pathfinder's imagination. After some time, he decided to delve deeper into the lost civilization and felt compelled to revive it. He felt a strong sense of duty to embark on the "Personal Sauveur" quest, with everything beginning in the birthplace. As he set foot on the promised land, he found himself amidst dilapidated concrete social projects, shattered ethanol bottles strewn across the streets, GHB-infused strippers haggling at bus stops, and renowned bench street poets.

In the heart of the megalopolis, the trio crossed paths at Bazar Olimpia one day while searching for specific weaponry and began discussing the destruction of symbols of oppression. Soon after, they united their weapons and devised a master plan to rewrite history once more. Drawing inspiration from post-communist and early capitalist field recordings, French-Polish slang slug rhymes, proto-paleo synth wave, and Eastern riddims, the band created a danceable and mesmerizing journey through the shanty town.

The debut album opens with 'Hydra Psalm,' a preaching ode to the tribe believers infused with a kosmische psych-rock undertone. 'Bania Maryja' refers to the symbol of oppression, the Virgin Maria, imposed during the Christian era. It combines Brussels-slang experimental rap with an abyssal scream groove. The terrestrial beat of "Praga Medina" takes you on a lighthearted cruise through the district, capturing all its distinctive delights. 'The Kalamari People' presents a linguistic reinterpretation of the lost tribe dialect through modern calypso-xylo and infectious thumpadumpa rhythms. And last but not least, 'Kikimora' is a mechanical dark-o-punk tribute to the capricious witch of the night.