There's no way to restore the will of a wounded man looking up from the walless pit of spastic anguish
Baseless arrogance flooded
Drowned in vestal rheum
Ostentatious
Pressure increasing, hubris terrain expansion
Drown in vestal rheum
Needlessly try to repair what has never been whole
Murder and bury the antic, obsolete form
Deprecated cautions broken by an absent weigher
A clog in the cesspool
Sinking below the sewage level
Lustrous gaze puncturing through my gaffs
Violently foraging my organs
Anxiously murder and bury me
Broken choir thundering, repressing my whining
All I see is a black hole resembling the crude voracious pit within
Pressure increasing, hubris terrain expansion
Drown in vestal rheum
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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
The indescribable Fawn Limbs return with another LP that slams together grindcore, math rock & experimental music to jaw-dropping effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2021