Things in your mind tessellate and you are not sure why. The standaround crowd leaves you alone. Your out of body experience smells like sandpaper but feels like blades of grass in the all black palm of your hand. Blink. Breathe. Suffer.
Came for the cover art. Stayed for the music.
15 minutes of total destruction.
Those riffs and breakdowns are fucking sick and the double-bass drums are brutal as fuck!
Insane death-metal-infused hardcore.
Highly recommended. Sælzer Bub