As GIGANTIC FUCKING RIFFS p l a y e d s u p e r f u c k i n g s l o w f o r M A X I M U M P O W E R go this is about as good as it gets. Those riffs roar like glaciers full of mammoth ghosts, like the mountain come for vengeance, like elemental grudge pulsing under the site of the slaughter. The fact it's melodic, super listenable, hooky as shit, seems like a countertragic accident.
Maybe these were the songs locked in Sleep's hourlong, belligerent Dopesmoker, thunderously cracking their necks and looking for food 4/5
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