One night, the band ran into an old man who told them a story of a son murdering his father at the entrance of the school.

Perhaps the stranger was the son, who else would keep a 70 years old newspaper article speaking of a patricide in his pocket?

The band mask themselves, unifying their musical collective in a single faceless force. Exploring ideas of free creativity, Briqueville forges repetitive electro-metal mantras, meditative build-ups, raw and grinding like hatred years in the making.