“A portrait of a mythical world in decline.”
Ritual and chill.
Spirited, Cathartic, Harrowing.
[Insert self into ocean]
“A cold star stalks an old sun.”
shoutout all the hiking metal punks
Call the ambulances in advance cuz these are some massacre riffs
Unique, yet not quite a hit.
Belter after belter.
Granular and galvanising.
“The hallway to hell is lined with doors leading to more hallways and doors leading to doors leading to doors leading to emo.”
A sophisticated yet still characteristically unhinged masterpiece.