It smells like a wet dog or is that just my breath?
My beard it smells of blood, my gas is reeking death
Clothes are stained with mud, eyes are bloodshot red
I know it’s nothing good to be an animal in my head
In my head I see a beast eating its own brains
We’re the same
The shadow that it casts is my frame
We’re the same
A swamp of swirling fumes that turns within my stomach
Like the halls to open rooms, the fluids flood and rummage
My organs are like tombs into which you’ll plummet
The limbs you’ll have to lose so I can eat within my budget
Disassembly, delicacy, the smell of meat, pickle the feet
A rotted pile of vegetative mush drips down a shelf lined with jars
Packed to the lids with meats of indeterminate origin
They say that I’ve changed, well that’s the point of my ways
They say that I’ve changed, well if true - who’s to blame?
supported by 193 fans who also own “A Vegatative Mush That Melts Among The Shelves Lined With Meats Of Indeterminate Origin”
An outstanding Extreme doom death album, in the best tradition. The funerary atmosphere reminds of Evoken ('Centuries of ooze" bears striking similarities, for my delight). It is overall sharp, dark, hypnotic and unrelenting. One of those rare convincing new bands that hold proud the legacy of the biggest names. Bertrand Marchal
supported by 189 fans who also own “A Vegatative Mush That Melts Among The Shelves Lined With Meats Of Indeterminate Origin”
never been a big death metal fan but this is actually super accessible for the genre, has fun concepts, and personally i'm always a fan of albums with short tracklists and huge runtimes (for individual songs) Great time, good jumping on point for newbies too. alienasu