A quiet small town. A suicidal desire, a vestigial darkness, foundation of the underground anger. A bunch of untruths, that lie in between the lips of the people who dwell in it. A lone screamer.

WRONG

01 Until The Day Of Your Death You Will Be Born Again

02 I Am Thinking Of Ending Everything I Know

03 Don't You Cut Your Veins, Sunday

04 There is something wrong in here

Project Icarus is born among the busy dynamics of a capital city and the anguished desolation of a small countryside town. It's the noisy development of a coloured anxiety, a screaming manifesto of the brutality of alienation.