“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.
An open, relaxed, space-y, sound; very seventies, combined with deity-crushing, maddened, black metal. There is no band out there that sounds like Oranssi Pazuzu.
An auditory experience that channels the fragrant stillness of a twilit evening in the dead of summer.
“Oh, come with old Khayyám, and leave the Wise
To talk; one thing is certain, that Life flies;
One thing is certain, and the Rest is Lies;
The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.”