A LAYER OF BURNT BREADBOARD SMOKE OVER JAGGED TERRAIN
MEN WITH SAP GLOVES LINE THE WALLS OF THE REMAINING CLUBS
KEEPING THE PEACE DURING LIVE ACTIONS
EXCESSIVELY HEAVY , SONOROUS ELECTRONICS PUSH YOUR LIPS BACK AND TEARS RUN OFF THE BACK OF YOUR HEAD IN RIVULETS
THE DRUM BEATS LIKE A MARAUDER SLAPPING THE SIDE OF THE RUSTED SHELL OF A SHIP RUN AGROUND AFTER THE EXPLOSIONS ,STARTLING THE WASTELAND DWELLERS LIVING INSIDE
AND BASS, LIVING IN YOUR GUTS FOR AGES LIKE A WORM
EVERY SAMPLE IS LIKE A CRACKLING FIRE TO WARM YOUR HANDS BY*
CULLED FROM THE DEEP-CUTS SEA BY HAND
VOCALS RISING UP FROM THE ABYSS
STRONG AND A PERFECT COMPLIMENT TO THE CACOPHONOUS HYPNO-RYTHMS
CONCEPTUALLY CIRCLING THE ROOM UNTIL YOU SWAY LIKE GRASS
IN THE PRE-BIRTH OF THE NUCLEAR FIREBALL
A TWO PIECE TO BE RECKONED WITH
THEY WOULD LIKELY BE HEADLINING BARTERTOWN TONIGHT IF WE WERENT SO QUICK TO TRY AND SAVE OUR SELVES FROM DESTRUCTION
EVERYTHING LIVE AND WHIPPING AROUND THE ROOM LIKE A DOWNED POWER LINE