Colorless, odorless, sinking into your lungs. Convulsions, convulsions, the ending, where was the beginning? Oh now I remember. Shut your eyes, breathe deep, it's time for sleep, you know I love you won't forget you, and death will find you in your dreams. Slicing and dicing Ricin and Hydrazine, like some gore writer's dream, never fully comprehending the magnitude of what I'm doing. In the end we all burn, in the end we all burn, and somebody had to start the fire, somebody had to start it....
A remarkable fever dream that successfully juggles post-rock, shoegaze, breakcore, indie pop, new age, and even spoken word. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 2, 2023