This record will stomp your spine into dust, and that’s a promise.
Spirited, Cathartic, Harrowing.
Here’s a heap of songs you need to hear.
“A cold star stalks an old sun.”
Call the ambulances in advance cuz these are some massacre riffs
Belter after belter.
Like listening in on a jewelry store robbery
Granular and galvanising.
The sound of a sacrificial offering burning to the bone.
A sophisticated yet still characteristically unhinged masterpiece.
Palpably violent followed by bewitchingly desolate.
The Devil himself must’ve produced this record, cuz it’s too damn good to not be sinful