This toxic way of thinking, this tired state of mind
This sickening, synchronous shaping of
Tired eyes, wasted time
These realizations of pointlessness
Impermanence and unimportance
Meaningless circles,
Drawn and traced, burned in place
Hundreds of days, all the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
Sore hands screaming and begging for break,
Blisters boil, inattentive fingers shake
What is the problem when you're endlessly entertained
The chalked circle is drawn,
Over again and again and again
Hundreds of days, all the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
All the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
Hundreds of days, all the same
All the same
Staring at the clock, it's never ending
Eyes dried out of focus
To the ground descending
Where is the outrage?
What have we done?
Our days are over?
Theirs have never begun
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
Primarily reviewing for their cover of Matt Kozelek/Desertshore's "You Are Not My Blood", because that's just how great that song is. Gutter Gods and the title track to start offer a good juxtaposition to the slow, clean sludge of the final track. I was fond of their additions of these qualities to the latest record, and would love to hear them explore the contrast of the two fighting spirits- slow sludge rock, and pummeling hardcore- more. autodidact904