Slithering. crawling into the mouths of any open trap. Cobwebs. cobwebs. Rolling in disease. Rolling in filth. Rotting form the inside, rotting from my brain. Rotting from my heart. Rotting into the, rotting into ground. Sheol, oh lonely sheol..My only home. Six feet under, isn't close enough to hell. I am scum. I am no one. Decay of my body decay of my soul I'm a walking corpse, we are all walking corpse. This rock is my home, this rock is an empty grave.
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
The stygian duo explore themes of gender dysphoria and oppressive institutions through sludgy doom with a pitch-black underbelly. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2021
A fantastic debut showing from Baltimore metal band Born of Plagues, uniting post-metal's expansive textures with sludge's almighty muck. Bandcamp New & Notable May 19, 2021