In Concrete Serpentine, dark electronica is entrusted to harness a doom pop feedback loop of hyperstitious rage, revenge, and redemption. Peeling through layers of hardened relational toxicity, a spectral diagnosis comes of age, arriving tenderly gardened by epigenetic trauma. To name and call in, to cry out and bring together. We are at once wrong, right and undone by the illusion of ‘I’. Realisation of otherness heralds conflict. The death of self becomes ‘problem and portal—a threshold to something beyond’. <| <| <| We push back where countless others have pushed and been pushed before us, against the despair and dislocation of this bleak civilisational situation. Exorcising our fear through collaborative creation, we join a timeless choir of the disempowered and disillusioned. These solidaristic movements transgress narrative certainty. Cautionary tales, hubristic bēot, and romantic parodies become existential playthings of healing, harm, and, maybe, game changers—if only for Us, that is not I, but who are We?