The ghosts of car crashes in black tire lines. Cement barriers robbed of symmetry. We are a nation who hopes for blood stains and bones.
It's a nightmare of mine to be buried in a metal coffin wearing a windshield neck tie. That keeps me awake enough to get home. The lines like rules blur when you're tired.
We are a nation who hopes for blood stains and bones.
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this album was my theme to a few select years of mental and soulful hell. Listening to it now, it is both comforting and devastating. Possibly my favorite album of there's, among many. Listen to it alone, it will hit your soul. sinful_deviant
If you're going to go out in apocalyptic style you might want to have the 40 minute title track playing loud at your side. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2013
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020