When your God falls, ours will still remain. And we'll be drunk on liquor brewed from the ashes of your sacred institutions. Kathartes is art through sound. A serum for toxic culture; it is an antibody response to the plauge of this rotting superstructure. It is venom for the holy, and a narcotic for the profane. It is only through delving into death, that we learn the cycles of life. It is only through frayed perceptions, that we are granted the sight of authenticity.