I am the prophet of inchoate deprivation
Insatiable in it's nascent condition
Dripping freedom
Snares hanging from the trees
Ambush from above
Bow and submit before the grand guillotine
Wordless howls departing from the gaping holes
Repulsive bodies falling limp, a languid collapse
Deadpan heads elapse at my bare feet
Deadpan heads encircling me
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