Death is dripping from above
humming noises scattering low
stars obscured, ones abide
mantras rise to blackened skies
Terrorized, paralyzed
sins tonight are undenied
crawling snakes below your feet
makes the perfect circle pit
Feel the way of the serpent
HELL NO WE WON’T GO
rest your bodies and torment
HELL NO WON’T FUCKING GO
Free the way for the serpent
HELL NO WE WON’T GO
you’ll be gone in a moment
HELL NO WON’T FUCKING GO
Light is dripping from above
humming noises scattering low
stars align, ones reshine
mantras rise to blackened skies
Terrorized and paralyzed
sins tonight are undenied
rows of monks leads the way
dragging feet like begging slaves
Feel the way of the serpent
HELL NO WE WON’T GO
rest your bodies and torment
HELL NO WON’T FUCKING GO
Free the way for the serpent
HELL NO WE WON’T GO
you’ll be gone in a moment
HELL NO WON’T FUCKING GO
Burn, now burn
Restless
Death is dripping from above
humming noises scattering low
stars obscured, ones abide
mantras rise to blackened skies
Terrorized, paralyzed
sins tonight are undenied
crawling snakes below your feet
makes the perfect circle pit
Light is dripping from above
humming noises scattering low
stars align, ones reshine
mantras rise to blackened skies
Terrorized and paralyzed
sins tonight are undenied
rows of monks leads the way
dragging feet like begging slaves
Vintage harsh, experimentally dark, melancholically charming, rude and drowned in dreamy reverberated arpeggios. The album has been mixed by James Aparicio (Mogwai, Grinderman, Spiritualized). Humm
Vibrant and opaque, ever changing lo-fi tunes living only in the last rays of metropolitan sunsets: an analogue dream of choppy melodies slowly dancing at the corner of the eyes. Humm
plesier is vryheid van spanning
leegmaak van blaasbalke
bestaan wat dryf in suspensie
van iets minder vloeibaar
as bestaan
ekstase daarenteen
is oorweldiging in totaliteit
vryheid in ballingskap
haarsnellerspanningsabsoluut
wat Sørgelig ons wys
is nie plesier nie
dis oorgee
oorlewering aan die gewigsdruk van 'n lewe
onophoudend opbouend
totdat geestesare bars
en wese sublimeer word
in 'n rooi miswolk
om die gekarteerde limiete
van totale spasie in te neem --L.D XUL//EXCELSI
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020