Dichroma is a Toronto, Canada based alt-metal act with big dreams and tiny hands. Easily recognizable as the shambling mounds of regret and anxiety that they are, they nevertheless toil in an obscuring haze of cheap booze and black market nootropics to produce what they hope is heavy but hauntingly melodic music. Dichroma has been told that they have a modicum of talent, but they don't believe it and neither should you.
Cause and Consequence
Real’s what we’ve decided. Cause from consequence divided.
We built a world in which we were utterly sure that we could see and control all variables, and equally sure that controlling those variables gave us control of our future, because consequence was always and inevitably a predictable outcome of cause. And one day that all changed. Trace that smoke off the frame out to the very tip of where it stops and the clear air begins, and you find the instant in time when the world stopped making sense for us; when the certainty that we were in control of all outcomes through the precise fine tuning of the world around us came crashing down; when the confidence that consequence was inevitably and predictably connected to cause was shattered and the world became chaos.
Oxygen
So this is how it feels to die young.
It’s the overlooked mistake that comes to you as you lie in bed just before drifting off to sleep in a sudden rush of realization; the seed of doubt that grows from nothing to a certainty that the worst possible outcome is inevitable and inescapable; a fearful fixation on innocuous details that seem to fit together into a puzzle pattern only you can see, assembled piece by inevitable piece in your fevered mind, inexorably revealing a picture you can’t help but expect; an infection of doubt that rapidly worsens to a fever of certainty; a choking, invisible vapour that fills the air around you until your limbs are heavy and you feel you can’t breathe beneath the weight of guilt and fear and doubt.
This Empty Earth
And one day Hell was other people.
The terrible addiction of social isolation—a person who is wounded or angry or just tired of the world can create an entirely separate mental and social space for themselves, and simply vanish into it. At first their isolation feels like a paradise but, as they sink into it day by day, it becomes a prison. A kind of positive feedback loop of distancing and solitude starts up—the less you know about the world outside your door, the less you care about it; the less you initiate social contact, the less the world remembers or cares about you.