A long but rewarding climb up a mountain of synthesizers.
I didn’t know rap could get this fuckn’ heavy.
A genre defying masterpiece.
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.”
The Gen X legends are back with a dronecore odyssey.
Country for cenobites.