A cavalcade into depravity.
Excessive ramblings on timbres harsh, elating, groovy, boisterous, and psychotic.
Seeping atmosphere. A dirge for an undeserved death.
Event horizon in music form.
Concise ramblings of some relatively fresh tracks and EPs: sloppy punk, planet-demolishing sludge, a synthwave cover, plus a litany of other timbres.
Transcendental sludge that grooves you into the floor.
Well, it seems that there is an 80s metal revival party going on right now so I may as well jump on and enjoy the ride.
“Send my body to Arby’s.”
Plunging into dismal depths with a doom goliath.
Crown the astral array of gnashing incisors.
Obsidian depths and suffocating forlornness reign.
Grab your space suits and prepare your cryo-dried coffee.