By a slow friction we've defiled. Coiled at the spindle of desire, inhaling the vapors of souls drawn out of the flesh. Aversion, then turn away… the wicked way of the world and how it caters to my lesser nature, and to reform the olive branch all for another pass through the incinerator. Oh son. This paranoid in me will be the trouble in you.
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There is something purely authentic and honest about Infant Island's music. These songs are substantial in their impact that go deep under the surface. The sound mix is everywhere (track 3 on headphones?!?!) with some of the slower nuanced moments giving needed space for maximum effect when the violent intensity hits. But on career highlight "Awoken," they leave nothing behind. A must hear song from an increasingly important band. bcb723