Gather like a fucking strain of flies
Upon a derelict flesh attire
God has landed here amidst its malign kind
Foraging somewhere
Subtle abuse - a cause for a silent movement
Mores to cauterize the pulsatile and divine wound
Throbbing orifice
A swarm of negrophages circling
Above the husk of a barren orb
Like a fucking strain of flies on a derelict flesh attire
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