These walls transcend the danger and the slog of simply surviving.
An absolute testament to the human element.
If we could write these songs or words on walls of our own,
not as data, or as data,
for the extraterestrials or
post humans to find, and experience these things second hand again.
This time spent. These marks made. They wept when they found it.
Protected and slept for decorated walls
as sentinals. Human works for religious moments.
They wept when they found it.
Sentinals.
AOTY for me
Paradoxically, this is such a soft and soothing album. The way the guitars and synth are EQed and mixed create a plush, warm blanket of emotion. When I listen to the melodies and chord progressions, I feel a sense of security and respite. This is solace reified in sonic form. This is an immersion in painfully hot yet relaxing water. This is safety found within the unknown. This is...heavenly form honestly. One man's hell is another man's heaven I guess. benmoshin
Nasty deprived profane sludge for the worst of times. Pure fucking evil and sooooooooooo heavy. Drums are like skulls banging eternally and the riffs rip holes in said skulls. Jono Schneider