French artist Niky Nine is a Synthwave/Darkwave composer, he previously worked with artist like Tommy Lee “Mötley Crüe”, Shooters Jennings, he has remixed Rob Zombie and finally has been ghost producer for The Avener first album.

A deep obsession with ’80s dark and horror films mixed with high-pressure octane injection.

Niky Nine comes from a metal background, drummers with a vintage gears fascination, such as AKAI MPC and analogic synth, he was a beta tester for the Teenage Engineering’s OP-1 synthesizer and used to circuit bend some old CASIO synth.

His music style is dark and emotive, obsessed with death and glory.

Earth, or what’s left of it. Year 2080: A world wide nuclear war has modified Earth’s magnetic field thus creating a breach beyond human repair that has opened the doors to another reality. One we daren’t peak into.

Creatures once buried within its depths have spread forth front the shadows into a world scorched by the Sun. They are no effected by the perpetual daylight for they have been subjected to horrors much, much worse than your worst fears.

Haunted by entities and hordes of survivors without any morals, clan’s lay down the law in territories torn by the claws of the worlds’ frantic struggle to reboot its existence. Me, well I’m in the middle of it all.

My name is K. Ozuwara. I’m look for glory and love in this nepalm death nightmare, wandering the roads of a devastated world.

Our outpost is located in a bunker just south of the DeadChrome zone. You find me as I prepare a daily intravenous dosage of CPS-23 to protect myself, like all whom have access to these drugs, against high-energy radiation falling with the dust, like snow, which is constantly spewed high into the atmosphere from both polar axis.

In a few hours I must make land crossing through a tretcherous region. Tension, like the heat, is rising from the pit of my stomach. Death will stalk me every step of the way, but he is out there…

Dilapidated buildings, a dilapidated city, a dilapidated world… We must make of the madness what we will. Walk with me in the decay. Death can wait for another day.