In a house as empty as white, three pairs of shoes are left on the doorstep. First, swallowed by the night; second, to a virile force of theft; third, a baptism by blood and iron. All doors unbothered to be open and nothing inside can be taken anymore.
In the house, as caring as light, where none of it is left in you.
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