Fluid, flawed, fog-fucked body truant, the truth an abstract vagrant etching fault lines on the
salted ducts of my face. Is the earth crying out mountains, are the clouds drowning in the sky?
Does the vapour echo loud in front or behind of my wandering eyes? Do the waves crash on in
the clamour of the mind, and what is hindrance; what is wasted in a second, or in a wasteland,
and why am I concerned? Why do I stare longingly in wasted time at the sea and sky that know
no haste, for when the earth dies it will just be silent and not afraid but for now I sit lost in
abstractions, projecting translations related to discovering myself in the rocks and the bones
and the sand. But there aint no answers in zeros and ones anyway. Fluid, flawed, fog-fucked
body truant, the truth an abstract vagrant etching fault lines on the salted ducts of my face.
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This album oozes with atmosphere and darkness that's great to listen to especially under grey skies! It's full of brilliant riffs and instrumental sections with very fitting and solid vocals that compliment everything I've mentioned
This is a top release and a prime slab of Post-Metal excellence! Venombullet666
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
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Awesome psychedelic sludgy metal with some post-metal influences that build and morph often enough to stay fresh throughout each of the lengthy runtimes. Highly recommended for anyone looking for some psych-tinged sludgy goodness! Colin M.