Momentarily glorious yet underwhelming in entirety.
Fall into the Sky.
Ramblings and musings about fresh tunes that span the gamut of blistering grindcore, poignant doom pop, minivan jazz, and a litany of other timbres.
A vortex, chaotic yet tinged with longing.
Invigorating and alive, contrary to the deathly genre of which it belongs.
Filthy and Frenzied.
A well put together album that just didn’t hook me in.
Entombed in dereliction.
The universe collapses. This is the soundtrack.
Event horizon in music form.
Transcendental sludge that grooves you into the floor.