The angels are falling, captured in the void, forever rebellious, young and cursed; the mute scream in their decomposed bodies cries out both glorious and annihilated.

The image of a suspended fall sets the frame for questioning the body, in relation to recent musical phenomenon seen as containers of mythopoetic creation. The object in question concerns the drifts around the trap genre, between scream and emo, hardcore and lo-fi, and the context around it (protagonists, narratives, self-representations, aesthetics). What frequency does the body embody, we ask ourselves, the body that lives this hyper-cultural present, in a continuous state of advancement, acceleration, innovation, yet of nostalgic “retromania”.