Fall into the Sky.
Put your head in a wind turbine destructive.
“A life benign, the stench of a false sense of pride. Keep your 9 to 5, I’ll take a dead end drive. At best vermin in this dirt fucking life.”
An extensive journey through the unrecoverable reality of the dark electronic producer, Insanity Check.
The Gen X legends are back with a dronecore odyssey.
Let the forest speak my name.
Down this old road, to Appalachia.
Visiting the UFO crash site that cratered in the pastoral countryside of [REDACTED], U.K.
Ramblings and musings about fresh tunes that span the gamut of blistering grindcore, poignant doom pop, minivan jazz, and a litany of other timbres.
Gazing into the depths of the latest opus from the Philly cyber-death goliath.
A wynorrific wind on a wistful day
Country for cenobites.