Ramblings on resonances repugnant, riveting, tranquil, and biting.
“Gaze upon the fetid rot,
Weeping wounds of the world forgot”
A vortex, chaotic yet tinged with longing.
Excessive ramblings on timbres harsh, elating, groovy, boisterous, and psychotic.
Fueled by folklore and guitar solos.
While you’re nursing your rusty tetanus-filled wounds, be prepared to dance your way to a cyber beat.
Filthy and Frenzied.
Eccentric, cerebrum-liquefying savagery.
Ramblings about new EPs and tracks off of upcoming records: crusty death metal, blistering mathcore neuroses, worming noise rock, and a myriad of other resonances.
Don’t you dare go Hollow!
Event horizon in music form.