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lyrics
Children born from wounds of faceless ghosts
Leaping into a filthy, gaping maw
Newborn spirits feed this ancient hole
Falling, doomed undead in the great unknown
Breeze blows them into the god
Breeze blows them into the god-damned
And the stranger with no mouth said
You were a liar, such a dead thing
And the stranger showed the universe
Inside his mind was a dead thing, too
No hope as this last world dissolves
No hope can withstand this summoned end
Here where only ragged ghosts remain,
Bloated with memories now bled into the
Breeze blows them into the god
Breeze blows them into the god-damned
Poisoned world be gone!
And the stranger with no mouth said
You were a liar, such a dead thing
And the stranger showed the universe
Inside his mind was a dead thing, too
Death doom. 2nd track is harsh ambient (sounds like a train). Really like the bass heavy sound and the grunts but overall it feels too rough around the edges. However, it is just a demo. Lead guitars sometimes feel tacked on - they come and go suddenly and it sticks out unfavorably. I have to agree with wonderbox's review. Nice but they still have places to go. I'm looking forward to the current release. tr_🇺🇦
Great amalgam of noise, metal and total abrasive dissonance. Seriously the songs are legit but I am completely fascinated by the static undercurrent on each track. It almost sounds if these songs were recorded in a power station by sonic architects. The clicks and white noise underneath crackle with energy and serve to support the trapped in a nightmare urgency of "Ulcerous Dimensions." A harsh and eye-opening shot by Evaporated Sores. bcb723
Truly unique in its concept and execution, an easy favourite. Those one-note monochords play the stereo field nicely, great use of synths and pads, sparse but efficient vocals. Ritual, droney, occult...what's not to love? Plug in, tune in, drop out. Deadpanist