Dead eyes cloaked with green cloths to terminate the faulty views of the plebeians quarantined
Speaking with a mouth transpiring death threats to possess the last glimpse of power
Dreaming of air
Tightening the bottleneck until it shatters leaving us floating face down in a pool of auburn glass
And the shards stroke their cheeks as they're weaving bonds from silk to patch the holes in the concrete ocean
Halos radiate, torching the noble thoughts to mere dust
Choking on blood as the splinters drip down our shit coated throats
Sating our hunger for freedom through incisions
We can't see the one thing lying right in front of us, we can't see the one thing, we can't see
Bleed out, peel the tar stitch off and bleed out
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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