Full of Hell
Roots of Earth Are Consuming My Home

A whirlwind of gray and black emotions, seasoned with flashes of wild hope for a glimpse of light.
The auditory experience can only be this, as far as I'm concerned.

Someone described the intro of this sonic journey into destruction (literal or figurative, that's up to you) as what you might hear while drowning. Well, spot on.

This quartet lays out what it takes to annihilate and leave scorched earth, regardless of execution speed: Grindcore, Powerviolence, Crust Punk, Sludge, Noise. A sticky brew between the extremes of Metal and Hardcore.
And these fine lads foam and froth at the sides of their mouths, so hungry for rusty metal sheets and synthetic poisons.

The beauty of rarefied chaos surrounded by a psychedelic and dark shroud at the same time.