This is the bleeding edge where hot flesh and cold steel merge. This is drowning in a sea of 1s and 0s. This is cyberpunk, where man and machine are one and the same. Some dance on the strings of their megacorporate masters while others hack and crack and eat the system out from the inside. Jack in, power up, burn out. Gritty, industrial rock with heavy guitars.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2005 Bstart. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)
Gritty, dirty, dog-eat-dog world where the survivors are tough as nails and the weak don't last very long. Gruff men stand around trash-can bonfires to keep warm, drinking homemade liquor made from anything that will grow. Some skinny dead thing roasts on a spit. Glass breaks, someone shouts, a fight breaks out in the distance. Gas is long gone, and most cars have been torn apart to create make-shift shelters. Stray animals scavenge for food. Children learn to use weapons. This is a world ruled by anarchy, violence and fear. But there's also something else that is beginning to ascend from the destruction... something gentler, brighter... could it be... hope? There are whispers of a hero, destined to lead the people and help rebuild the world they once knew. No one knows who he is or where he will come from, but there have been rumours of glimpses of a mysterious stranger in town... Industrial, gritty, guitar-driven music.
(Illustration copyright (c) 2009 Amartia. Used here with permission of the artist; unauthorized use prohibited.)