Born to hours that walk through a silent nothingness (complete in the implicit emptiness of living), there comes ones sorry stride into oblivion, stalking through fields of grain that wait in soiled sleep. And with them cluck primal tongues of dirt, sated by purpose and fulfillment. They hide with the knowledge that hubris is the ultimate unknowing and toil the earth with their phantom limbs. They toil outside invention or human reckoning, as intrinsic to nature as we are to death.
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024