Among ash gradients and unlived homes are the sepulcher of time that’s left. The blistering sun have started to melt the wax monuments we hold dear.
Countdown to non-being! Set fires to the living!
Among nebular deaths and saboteurs, what remained of us are the offenders. The manicured halls with swine on the doors should be the first one to be burned!
We wished for this, the sun to never set on us. At least we’ll all die in summer.
supported by 34 fans who also own “Infernal Manila”
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