Break off into me from your damaged spirit to mine. To touch and to feel all viral in me in you will thrive. The push and pull of flesh. Through the slivers of skin upon skin. How wretched is the flow of moral grey, in the density of our touch. And for the conscious we've disembodied. All to just turn to dust.
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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