Sometimes the place where we live, sometimes the place in our nightmares, always the place where you would not want to be.
This is ‘Where the butterflies go to die’; the next album by Larva. Thirteen songs, full of new nuances, atmospheres, odours and flavours. Enter to the Larva’s world; let yourself be enveloped by darkness and dementia, by calm and hate; by his malignant sound.
From the slow and film soundtrack kind of ‘Pictures without meaning’ to the speed and crazyness of ‘Fuck the poor’; traversing the special prism of Larva’s eyes. Twisted rythms, manic sequences; only suitable for sick minds. If you are into some kind of different ‘dark-electro’ sound, you will be plenty satisfied.