Bless the coming resurgence, the bitter lure of the repeat philosophy. Don’t trust progress they marked a love. The main substance just calls for blood.
Don’t trust, don’t trust their so called solution.
They’ll stab the nails in your hand and call it purity.
You don’t need to cut out your heart, nothing is falling apart. You don’t need to cut out your heart, there such beauty in writing your part.
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Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
A new compilation series featuring cat-loving metal bands from every state donating their tracks for local animal welfare organizations. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 12, 2018