THE MAGIC EYE OF WAKING
TAKING COLD PILLS IN THE SINK
THE PROGENOUS REBELLION
MAKING BOLD ILLS SIN TO DRINK
A BITTER FEUD UNSETTLED
NESTLED IN THE FOLDS OF FLESH
A WINTER MOOD BED WETTER
SETTLES IN THE LOADS OF LESS
PUSHING FORWARD THROUGH A VALLEY
ALLEYS DRENCHED IN DEATH
RUSHING TOWARDS FOUR FLUS
FLAILING IN AND OUT OF BREATH
NOTHING CALMS THIS STORM
SOMETHING DOG SHIT FORM
IT'S A TRAP THE SAP OF LOVE
THAT DRIPS FROM TREES OF NORM
THEY LICK AND RUT AND STRUT
GRAVE BIRDS PROUD AND FREE
BUT NOTHING COMES TO FRUITION
NOTHING FALLS FROM THE DEAD TREE
WHAT WILL RETURN WILL BURN
YOUR EYES TO CRISPY BALLS
TEARS ARE ENDLESS
THOUGH THEY NEVER SEEM TO FALL
NAMELESS, BLAMELESS IN A SEA OF OPEN MOUTHS
HUNGRY, ANGRY, LONELY
CHOKING ON THEIR VOWS
Black-metal misanthropy, Memphis-style horrorcore (via Kentucky) and murderous misandry stir a witch's cauldron in this crypt keepin', dick choppin', mixtape-sold-out-of-car-trunk lo-fi oddity. Lars Gotrich
PSA: if there was an album you heard a couple years ago and thought it was ok, listen to it again and you might love it.
That's what happened to me with this album. I cannot fathom why it didn't stick with me back then. Same thing happened with Decoherence's Unitarity for that matter. Matten
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250