Can you hear it? Maybe not.
I seek the true ones out in vacant lots
In a midnight cape on a midsummer day
Don't ask me fucking questions
Burning holes in my brain.
Seek and destroy; there is no other way.
Sever the cord, create a carcass case
I have no stake in your reality, no face in all this gravity
I'm carving out my own space. I cannot thrive in this place
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016