“You can’t die if you’ve been dead for years.”
“Gaze upon the fetid rot,
Weeping wounds of the world forgot”
Their self-titled record is like getting a brain massage from a warbling synth and a trap snare.
This is a fearful record for sure, but it is a fear that cannot ebb away simply because you are not in control of it. In other words, paranoia.
Filthy and Frenzied.
Eccentric, cerebrum-liquefying savagery.
Excellent experimental ep from Lamb. A consolidation of anguish and growth.
Commands from beyond.
The universe collapses. This is the soundtrack.
Event horizon in music form.
Mamaleek explores and emits timbres that ceaselessly flood city streets with deafening clamor.
Accursed black metal, the sound of anathema.