A funeral, a burial rite of passage into the unknown fallen night. The unanswered question, the abolition of the self. No longer chained by this carrion dream, we have no choice but to lay upon the ground. The roots reclaim, the vines rejoice. Bruise the head. Bruise the heel. To the oceans: the truth in tide. To the windswept: the solace of sky. To the earth below, we shall writhe in the maternal dirt and leave the mirage. For I’ve seen your death inscribed in the air drawn before a final cough: the harbinger of the decline of all order, of the divine. Dance around all the fires we light on their shrines, Dance around all the pyres we light on their thrones. Bathe in the moonlight, revel in the unknown. There is no truth. There are no bounds. There is but the earth, return to the ground.
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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
Trippy, hallucinogenic songs that seem to change shape before your very eyes, with cascading rivers of sound that ebb & flow. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 28, 2023
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Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance