Well, first of all, there's a backstory and a half here.
Strange that actual arsonists and murderers and suicide kings still resort to goblin voice. You'd think if you were actually as bad as you want me to think you are you wouldn't need to like, do a voice.
Those double-triple-infinity drums are the nexus, and the guitars and your pulse and the spiraling, dying universe get pulled to pieces trying to keep up. It all whips into a relentless, exhausting nightmare hurricane, with that razor-thin mix that I loved on Thorns (which features some guys who worked on this). Pure texture, with only the occasional bassline to carve a path. Those bass-outlined moments are the actual highlights, glimers of a dark rainbow in the oilslick abyss. Its exhausting for the uninitiated, but it also seems like something you ought to hear once, just to hear the soundtrack to some of the most actual sick fucks to ever make music making music 3/5
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