Outgrowth weaves your corpse as fluid as red veins pumping imagery. In memory, in youth -- we were careless, and I live with that still in my throat. Humming as your plague. Two lenses, deciphering how to digest death and minutes to recollect what it is to not have your presence.
Piling and pulling you
Aimless in songs of
And the unmemorable
Harness the width of a beat.
"Curse These Metal Hands" parlays the UK bands' chemistry into a record which—for all its tinnitus-inducing ferocity and elegiac arrangements—practically drips with transcendent joy. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2019