Since you’ve seen them in the gardens, you’ve insisted that you were also a snail. You wore a cardboard box on your back, and started crawling on the floors whenever you were called. You slid on your spit when you moved around.
One day, a man with bleeding hands showed up in the gallery, and saw a box on the floor. Curious, he tried to move the box but he felt something was under it. He lifted it slowly and saw, as the darkness is peeled, that nothing is there. Looking up to the ceiling, then to the walls, to the floor, everything was enveloped by your skin.
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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