Kraken Deep Revolt, is a genderless introspection into the life of the salaryman. Kraken here refers to the vile office spaces, the tyrannical bosses, the corporate madness that unfolds day after day. And within the salaryman is a deep-seeded need to revolt, to rebel, to go against the very order of the system that is imposed upon the individual. The kraken bares its tentacles and its viciousness in this claustrophobic space and controls its mindless slaves- workers like you and I. No one is spared.

The need to climb the corporate ladder. The kraken has a tentacle in it. The need to produce results. The kraken has another tentacle in it. Waking, walking, living has become a parasitic dictatorship over the basic human functions. There is no you. You are but a number. Expendable. Extinguishable. But is that truly what you want to become? A corporate slave? Just flesh and bones? A meat-bag tossed around, used and reused?

The salaryman rises. Unshackling chains. Raging against the very corporate entity that has been designed to enslave. The salaryman is no longer bound by rules. Seeking freedom in the deviant. He is an aghori of sorts. A madman. A fetishist. A deprived demon longing to belong, to be part of this evolving cityscape.