A deep spiraling infant tempest that swells and vanishes, desires, and collapses off to an incomprehensible, partial limit of a grain of sand. A swelling runs through its reins, beating and pulsing. The tremors that malform all of material. The new flesh have finally accepted what is finally real. The tempest will become our drowner and our salient eye.
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