Interspersed throughout the frigid void writhing, feverish outbursts of death industrial erupt and sometimes, molten heaps of sheet metal eek to create scathing harsh noise textures.
The unbridled melancholy pouring from each individual note swirls together to forge a blizzard of biting anguish, though amidst the relentless gales, moments of sunlight manage to break through.
We tread through eons of cobwebs and dust accumulating in the Tower Of Silence and attempt to unearth its dreary secrets.
Worm Monolith dives into his eponymous LP, providing us details as to what transpires in his album’s narrative. He also provides us a glimpse into his future output, illuminating how his sound will evolve, and where his story will travel next.
We delve into the ten tracks of unfettered punk energy pouring from Awareness and marinate in its slop of slurred notes, all while getting eviscerated by its chunky rhythms and unhinged ramblings.