Crickets wrought in cacophony, boots rallied in dozens: slow, and known. The devil will prey on one of us tonight. The river hushes my wounded kin, hunched under canopies to catch our breaths.
I look at you, surrendered and true. Devils don’t sleep; the evening sprawling on your eyes that’s shut. My tongue tastes metallic, and I’m no longer tired.
supported by 34 fans who also own “Rogues' Gallery”
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