0PX IS A LORE1

Can you feel the noise?
That dull rumble, like a beat under the skin,
like a war memory in a corrupted MP3?
That's OPX.

OPX isn't a project. It's a gap.

A gap between eras.
Where the future has stopped moving forward,
where style has become a weapon,
and sound a rallying cry.

Here, everything is a relic:
a shaven iPod, a still-charged PSP,
charred jeans, temples tagged with chalk.

Every track is a prophecy.
Every item of clothing a manifesto.
Every image a steel prayer.

Three voices guide this nation:

Xander, the split brain, the leader without a flag.

Da Blunt, the raw voice, the man who never learned to keep his mouth shut.

Harald Van Nassir, the shadow that stands between order and ruin.

If you're reading these lines, you've already started to fall.
Let yourself slide.
Turn off the world.
Put on your headphones.

OPX starts now.