An off-the-dome rambling on some top album picks from FCU’s contributors.
“Your body is not a temple, it’s just food for the pump.”
Nuke ’em, Rico!
“You can’t die if you’ve been dead for years.”
“Gaze upon the fetid rot,
Weeping wounds of the world forgot”
Eccentric, cerebrum-liquefying savagery.
Excellent experimental ep from Lamb. A consolidation of anguish and growth.
Entombed in dereliction.
Commands from beyond.
Don’t you dare go Hollow!
“Where once you stood
Climbs vapor to the stars
Where did you go?”
An outlandish cross-pollination of psychedelic synth quirks, verdant folk melodies, acid-churning sludge, and a sundry of timbres balmy, bitter, and beatific.