We ran away from normal life
We banned our names from all your signs
Erasers! Erased Us!
We sped away from current time
There is no day
There is no night
Chip on our shoulders
The shame, the guiltiness, has faded out
The only thing that remains is cardboard
Boxes on a floating floor
Foreign addresses from foreign shores
And garden gloves on the entrance door
We took the measures, erasers and rulers We t the place
We’ll never give it back the way we found it
These ringing sounds are here to stay
These shells will blast until they break
This gardener, the visitors
Doesn’t he come around sometimes?
We’ve been waiting since then
We’re getting bored, it’s such a waste
The certainty of pointlessness
It’s everywhere
It’s been there for all these years
You know that point where you have consumed perhaps just a little too much of your chosen intoxicate. That's this album.
Fucking heavy!!! Obstacle of Affliction
Par rapport au monstrueux A Dawn to Fear, The Raging River est un album qui paraît presque raisonnable. Sauf qu’il est dans la continuité de Cult of Luna, c’est-à-dire pas raisonnable du tout. Comme bande-son de fin du monde, il se pose un peu là: à l’instar de son titre, il va balloter l’auditeur entre cailloux, troncs arrachés et débris divers. (Chroniqué sur https://alias.erdorin.org) Stéphane Gallay
These lllllow rrrrriffs, oh my dear mother of a fucked up kid. It hurts.
Best way I can describe this is triple black coffee with a vermillion chili on top. And benzedrined sugar. YomaBarr
Manic drum & bass with a sinister industrial edge from this Texas artist that occasional recalls Aphex Twin at his most evil. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 31, 2022