Brittle air for blue lungs
Shuttle fare for radiant tongues
Untie your sleeping sores to wake up scratching
Rejecting deathreign in a moment of bewilderment
Basement and backyard skymachine bleachers
A corroded drone is all that is left
Abate my eyes with bear traps and snares
The fear pounds in your chest
Like claustrophobic demons
Brittle air for blue lungs
Shuttle fare for radiant tongues
Untie your sleeping sores to wake up scratching
Rejecting deathreign in a moment of bewilderment
And the fear pounds in your chest like claustrophobic demons
The mummified trauma of daylight delusions
Dilapidated posture dazzled by filth
Baking soda smile - Jackknife in the passenger seat
Sit back and watch retired ambitions croak
Fascination is wearing thin
Hag-ridden abscessed teeth of hope
The wrecking ball toll of crushed coal dreams
Decoding the pearls in the whirlwind
Disposable antidotes as fragmental cutthroats
These plastic superhero suits are starting to choke
CHOKE CHOKE CHOKE
supported by 24 fans who also own “The cotton optic”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
supported by 22 fans who also own “The cotton optic”
Melodic, almost pagan black metal out of Iceland with some of the most aggressive vocals I've heard in the genre. It's balls to the walls from the first note with few respites, but its melodic enough to not overstay its welcome. Jeff Wilson
supported by 22 fans who also own “The cotton optic”
Absolutely strong, black and bitter, like a cup of good old coffee or a properly packed pipe of strong tobacco. The album won't let you go unless you listen through it since the very first minute to the very last one, sunken in the frozen obsydian abyss. 10/10. lanserger22