I'm not sure what's worse- being scared or feeling like this. Panic or emptiness. The places I go to write this all down, places that I wish to never be found. A cave in my ribs, I wear myself thin locked in the closet with my skeletons. Only I can see the blood on my hands. Weaving my nerves into a nest in my thoughts, all these words are tied in a knot in my gut and it's starting to rot. These episodes are growing old, just like my cracking bones. My nerves are torn and frayed, please say that this is just a phase. I'm not sure what's worse. Being scared or feeling like this. Panic. Panic. Only I can see the blood on my hands. Only I can see the blood on my hands.
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