Mistaken love a replica for desire will counter desire. Festering amongst the gnats crowding the rose water. Verily, my darkly glowering to be splayed across the ethers. And how through the hairbreadth of their civil gaze - a non sentient-commiseration. and its with city grid after city grid like a wilderness to be tamed. Declarations of war under my breath. Take to blood - as guiding light.
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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