Explicit primal paradigm of our negligence
Rivaled merely by our lack of guilt
Consuming the coil of obdurate and fruitless humaneness
Irrelevant bodies thrusted to the rift
Marauding dead matter
Incoherent sinous queue, thwart and chastise
This is the moment we at last surpass the borderstones of self-evident rescue
Growth dispatched, flow through the lode
Liquid iron ore
Inhale the noxious vapour
The lungs infused with terminal toxins
The condemnation, execution through breathing
Our lavish means come to a halt in this pit
Chemical burns produced by the caustic shit of human nature
Cavities obstructed as the air leaves our molten cores
Explicit primal paradigm, consuming the coil of obdurate and fruitless flesh
Tepid echo of rescue abating
Marauded dead matter buried in molten ore
Reverberation
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