An Undersea Storm.
Getting virtually woodchipped by a floppy disk drive.
Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
Remember shows? The new Ego Death record smashes their live energy right between your ears.
“You can’t die if you’ve been dead for years.”
“Gaze upon the fetid rot,
Weeping wounds of the world forgot”
A cavalcade into depravity.
A vortex, chaotic yet tinged with longing.
Excessive ramblings on timbres harsh, elating, groovy, boisterous, and psychotic.
Racists better get to running, because Dropdead’s back and banging the war drums.
“Hell is a reflection of myself, branded in the skin of those I love.”