It's like trying to swim out of quicksand. The more I try to escape the deeper I sink in. Submerged face first into excruciating loneliness. With every attempt is another slash with a knife to the flesh. Hallways filled with multiples of myself hanging by nooses. My mind is engulfing itself and I'm convulsing on the floor. Why the fuck can't I stay dead? Every last bit of humanity I had left grinded into a pulp. I feel my chest combusting and bursting. My rib cage imploding as my guts project everywhere. Inflamed throat burning everything through. Burning my tongue into liquid as I begin to heave my vocal cords. I feel much better now. I feel so much better. I've never felt better.
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PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten
On their new album, the combined acts look outside the narrow spectrum of metal and draw upon reggaeton, jungle, and free jazz for inspiration. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 15, 2017