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.
“Hell is a reflection of myself, branded in the skin of those I love.”
Fueled by folklore and guitar solos.
Invigorating and alive, contrary to the deathly genre of which it belongs.
Taking the concept of catharsis to an unspoken place few dare to venture by infusing something rarely used in extreme metal: beautiful carnage.