I’ve held on to hostility for too long; primordial, born of scorn. I refused to see what you have done before, yet I’m shadowing all your wrongs.
This house was built on moving sand, on coasts washed by unremembering tides. I glanced at the stretch of the shore, and for so long that we thought this house was alone, were neighbored by millions, all collapsing to the waves. Your violence was there: in your guise and in culled futures; coursing through our veins are your fetid red.
In our house, as empty as life, where none of it was left in you.
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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