About one hundred years ago, Luigi Russolo crafted the golden cage of noise. This was at a time when several bars were needed in order to form a movement. Six bars were constructed to capture the future. Now – one hundred years later – these six bars have been woven into a whip that crackles over a herd of strayed and lost horses. The whip must be melted, forced to flee, isolated, dissolved; it must find its way home.

HEIMA is Icelandic and means ”home”, ”at home”, ”at my home", ”the home of”, ”the home”. From now onwards elevated to sound.

HEIMA is the basis, excluded from everything and contains absolutely nothing. HEIMA is form without substance and intention without doubt. HEIMA is love without a receiver. You are HEIMA.

The perception of development is driven by the illusion of the sweetness of industrialism. Nuances must come forth and the picture must be drawn away from system and noise.

– The instantaneous death of Development.

Our thoughts and societies are constructed on the experience of the past and anticipation of the future. Original ideas require distance to the time and context in which they are to be installed. Timelessly, indefinably.

– The instantaneous death of Originality.

We cannot understand what we have not yet done. If we know what to do, we have already done it and repetition is absolutely useless. The basic assumptions must be challenged.

– The  instantaneous death of Comprehension.

We do not believe in dictates of good taste. Aesthetics must be set free and examined without history, method or retrospective foresight.

– The instantaneous death of Aesthetics.

We neither believe in age or employment. We believe in flesh and anything liquid. Consciousness crumbles instantly as it is grasped as a concept. Narrated – disappeared ... Completed – evaporated …

– The instantaneous death of the Citizen.