This is stuff I don't know half of. No treehouse, no comfort zone.
The only option would be to ask for help from the shiny Zion or someone from the metal enclave of Val d'Ossola. But their phone has always been busy. So you have to go it alone.
So...
Handle with care. Keep the children away. Here is an African shaman, a transgender warrior.
Flashing lights on a nightmare backdrop, exorcisms of excruciating screams. The hard delivery of the song for words with a hard shell.
The heart torn to pieces, the mind trapped in the torture chamber. Quite a blow, to say the least.
Between hip hop, metal, and industrial. Some even talk about horrorcore. And horrorcore captures the idea well.
It reminded me of the first time I heard Frankie Teardrop. But if I say Frankie Teardrop, it's only to emphasize how powerful this all is,
Album of the year, without a doubt. And a writing that more than a review is a friend's advice...
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