Bow down to the old ones tongue
Heed the words from Gods of old
Hung from rope and bled from the neck
You will obey my ashen rein
Scales spread from my hands
Engulfing my torso
I see you swim towards me
And break on the sand
Birthed in the wreckage, of colliding waves
Now let me join you, where there is only silt
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
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