This is EKTOMORF
Loud, honest, uncompromising. No posing, no theater, no filters. When we play, it is full force. When we record, it is truth carved into every note.
On October 24, 2025, our new album Heretic will be released. This record is not an experiment, not a copy. It is born from loss, pain, and rage. I lost my mother, I lost my dog Wuffa, I lost trust in people who should have helped. I was broken, almost finished. In Antfarm Studio with Tue Madsen we turned chaos into form. The result is ten songs that leave no doubt. Brutal drop tunings, a massive wall of guitars, drums like machines, lyrics without mercy.

Heretic sounds like the darkest days of EKTOMORF, but it cuts deeper. Songs like Heretic, Dear God, Pure Hate, or Suicide Note are not invented. This is my life. This is what happens when everything falls apart. These songs are not beautiful, not comfortable. They are raw, aggressive, vulnerable, and real.
We release Heretic not only digitally but also the way metal should be: as CD Digipak, on splatter vinyl, as cassette, and for the first time ever as an exclusive wooden box. Each edition shows that this music has weight. And we celebrate the album with a run of exclusive release shows between October 22 and November 1, 2025. These shows are one of a kind, with a setlist that will never be repeated. New songs, rarities, classics, an energy that will tear everything down.

And let me be clear: We are proud to be part of Bleeding Nose Records. For the first time, I feel a label truly understands what matters. Team. Working side by side, with honesty and trust. We see it in the streaming numbers, we see it in the first cassette ever, we see it in the handcrafted wooden box. It is real. And I am proud to have EKTOMORF here.
This is our language. No compromises. No excuses. If you’re in, you’re in. If not, stay where you are. EKTOMORF stays EKTOMORF.
— Zoli
Zoltán “Zoli” Farkas
Csaba Zahorán
Ábris Hagya
Ákos Kobela
about Ektomorf
EKTOMORF is groove, thrash, and hardcore. Direct, raw, without show. I am Zoltán “Zoli” Farkas and since 1994 this has been my life. We started in basements and garages, we fought our way through clubs and festivals, we never adapted.
Our sound has always been different. It comes from the streets, from scars, from the everyday life of a Roma family in Hungary. It comes from rage and hope, from pain and survival. That is why you feel it in your gut, not in your head.
Today EKTOMORF is more than music. It is family. Anyone who has been to our shows knows that we give everything on stage and expect the same from the pit. It is not about distance, it is about closeness. It is not about marketing, it is about truth.
With Heretic a new chapter begins. An album more personal than anything we have ever done. Heretic is loss, rage, pain, but also survival. It shows who we are. Not perfect, not adjusted, but real.
EKTOMORF is not a product. It is not a brand. It is the life we live. It is the energy that drives us. If you feel it, you are part of it.
How it started
I come from Mezőkovácsháza, a small town in southern Hungary. There was no scene, no culture, no support. In 1994, I founded EKTOMORF. I come from a Roma family. Every day was the same: you do not belong. That exclusion and that hate shaped me. Out of that pressure I created my voice.
The beginnings were anything but glamorous. We had old broken amps, cheap guitars, rehearsal rooms in basements that smelled of mold. Our first shows were in front of a handful of people who looked at us with skepticism. But we played like it was the most important thing in the world. Because it was. Every song was a fight, every show was survival.
We had groove, we had thrash, we had hardcore, and we had something no one could copy: our lives, our scars, our rage. That made EKTOMORF different from day one.
From those small steps came bigger ones. I Scream Up to the Sky was the record that opened doors for us. With Destroy, Instinct, and Outcast we proved that we could not be ignored. We were always outsiders, but that made us stronger.
That is how it started. No shortcuts, no compromises, no lies. Only raw energy, groove, and the will to never give up.