The wind pushes against me,, with the softest of impact
But still, strong enough to remind me I am stone
In a tent of flesh, held up with bone
The reality that maybe I'm all alone
I don't know who I am any more, I don't feel like myself any more
And I know I'm not empty, 'cause I have these organs and muscles that fill my body
And my blood pumps through these veins
So that I can feel that I am the bane, of this pathetic life I live
Who am I? I don't know
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emotional, melodic riffing over mostly relentless blastbeats only lets go for a few cathartic moments. here, its not a balancing act between crushing brutality and emotional sensibility; the one requires the other, similiar can be said about the influences drawn from screamo, grindcore and esp. black metal; its been refined to be a coherent mass where the music scratches many itches i have in any of these three very beloved genres. anyways, this album makes no detours in crushing everything Trveheimer