I'm spending my time writing about the days that I've survived. All the times that I have failed and how hard I've tried. These days are so fucking long. The hands on the clock move faster and faster, my hands are cracked and covered in plaster. Nine to five just trying to thrive, I am killing myself one day at a time. The drink in my cup flows from the vine that grows through my throat and into the sky. Ask me about the clouds in my mind, I'll tell you not to worry, I'm doing just find. My hands are cracked and covered in plaster.
This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
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