cold guiding hand, finger on the pulse. syringes thirst for recompense. hope, guilt, fear, shame. every breath, another stone on my chest. crush my bones, grind me up into dust so i can bury the next one. I've been sold by a ghost. life of debt, bury me. crushed beneath the weight of what i could be worth to a ghost.
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
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Rerelease of this pummeling Swedish D-beat/crust LP from 2012, with the hallmarks of the style at its best— heavy riffs and righteous fury. Bandcamp New & Notable May 18, 2021