In the muck, in the mire, sovereign nature breeds, its heir reviled. And so we hide in past and present thought. A lathe before us, our hands caught. We cannot change our paths. In the temples of insolent pride, we kneel before our altars, wither and die. We cannot change our paths, fate before us, a mirrored past. Succumb to the natural order, the coming end. In the gardens of past and present thought, we bury our dead where roses rot. Hide beneath our monument of compromise: the coming concrete tide.
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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
supported by 20 fans who also own “Lathe of Heaven”
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