my god is the cherry on your cigarette and i am to be breathed in. let me spiral away and dissolve into aether. burn my forearms. burn my lips. your touch ran cold from thigh to thigh and i dont know which way you lie coiled up under the covers never to strike or whether youre hiding from me or yourself and i dont care as long as im at home in your pink virgin lungs. one red spark in ash is my god born new between thigh and thigh.
This album sounds like it was recorded inside of a dream. Soothing melodies, distant vocals and amazing beats - Endlhëtonëg is simply something else botwin336
Pure magic. That band everytime stands out of thousands of mediocre releases in the BM underground. Everything is unique. The music, the production, the image, language, the quality of the vinyl is perfect. oli83
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020