Draw the curtains in, all to set forth the wrath of your volition. Where the ego is exhumed upon the tangled snare of your warm body. Therine, my hiraeth of carnal divine. How body beckons for body. Fleshing out the slag and slime.
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