Trap. Catching their young.
We’re coming for you.
Apes. Open their skulls.
We’re looking for grease
Their brain. Feast on their heads.
We feed. Now we are strong
Our teeth are sharp enough.
Your skin is sweet and tastes
So familiar.
Run,
Worried, poor tiny things
Slain before your weaning.
Fallen, picked from the trees.
You run.
Mourn your children, slow monkeys.
Watching them die.
Seeing our power over thee.
Catching their young.
Their brain. Feast on their heads
We feed. Now we are strong
Our teeth are sharp enough.
Your skin is sweet and tastes
So familiar
Open their skulls.
Feast on their heads.
Open their skulls.
Now we are strong.
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
A deep dive into the emotional landscape of Greg Puciato. Seamlessly going from raw harshness to the complete opposite and back. Average Tween Wave Enjoyer
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020