One bastard proposition.
Riffs are flayed on a rack of acrid guitars and chasmic bass. Drums cleave and crush as tormented, howling vocals exorcise what’s intangible that may be left within. Ostensibly doom but with a blackened rawness and spiteful minimalism that will leave your arms too weak to lift in triumph.
Your body will crumple but your mind will soar.
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