I didn’t know rap could get this fuckn’ heavy.
A genre defying masterpiece.
Rats in ruin.
Imbibing the pared down, psychedelic-infused folk ditties from South Africa’s weirdo experimental duo.
Enduring a Sisyphean struggle to attain ascension.
Momentarily glorious yet underwhelming in entirety.
The Borat of death metal has returned to spew sixteen years’ worth of darkness.
Exploring beautiful nebulas, exploding quasars, and distant galaxy swirls.
Fall into the Sky.
Put your head in a wind turbine destructive.
“A life benign, the stench of a false sense of pride. Keep your 9 to 5, I’ll take a dead end drive. At best vermin in this dirt fucking life.”
An extensive journey through the unrecoverable reality of the dark electronic producer, Insanity Check.