A cloud of smoke and another broken face. Breathe scented paper. Seeing it in piles, a sickening stench, green soaked red. You talk to me about your hopes and dreams, I talk to you about going deaf(death).
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