A lovely physical manifestation of our work, in a custom-made paper case designed entirely by our very own Tamás Bakó.
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lyrics
Rasp!
These man refuse to open their eyes
Argue with the silent photograph
Why is this so elegant?
Oh God I feel my spine again
Harsh humming from somebody's mouth
Oh God I feel my spine again
You know what I'm talking about?
Filter it every day!
Try to taste my words
Cause even I don't have a clue what I say
My twitching back, signals when you're around
Bone after bone, tightening
Fetal positioning
Can't bear my crounching teeth, it's sound, it's sound
It is such a pleasure
and I'm done
supported by 6 fans who also own “My Cross Section”
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego