| a masterpiece, a total work of art like few things on this wretched plane, feels like something that you'd find in a mass shooter's house as forensics digs through his effects, this is a story of love, blood, cum death and murder, elegant yet grotesque. rbuzzsaw guitars, frenetic yet often groovy drumming, and tortured poetry screamed by a madman. recorded in a fucking basement, clear yet gnarly as fuck production, the context of its creation only adds to its lore |
