I’m trying to kill the son, when I should kill the God. Wait they say the serpent’s tirade ended, wait they say our love line is sick someone blame. Tear out the values and aim, that’s the righteous. I’m in a car crash and I can’t keep track of the motion, some of the faces I guess they know what I mean but they don’t really get it anymore. I started to write down words and I guess I lost track of what they meant, It’s okay I never really cared much anyway. All the souls cry out like a ringing telephone and I can’t keep track of who wants to know anything anymore, I guess I guess I’ll never find out.
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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
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