Signals arc to the mind.
A drive to the end of the line.
Creeping so softly, biting down hard.
Clamped at the end of its life.
Vessels are ripe on the vine.
Gods in the carcass waiting malign.
Flower from the body, bless us.
There will be more of more of our kind
There at the end of the line.
Claiming our kingdom, we are alive.
A true beginning of life.
Vessels are ripe on the vines.
Gods in the bodies, unborn divine.
Flower from the body, bless us.
Nightmare worlds of decline.
Spiraling end of the line,
Taking the living, taking the minds.
Controlled at the end of old life.
New growth, death of bloodlines.
Gods beneath skins biding their time.
Flower from the body, bless us.
Signals have taken all minds.
Pushed to the end of the line.
They finished softly, they bit down hard.
The hush at the end of all life.
Vessels are ripe on the vines.
Gods in the bodies know it is time.
Flower from the body, bless us.
Flower from the body, bless us
With white gossamer hair.
Flower from the body blossoms,
Spores erupting into air.
supported by 14 fans who also own “Flower From The Body”
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
supported by 11 fans who also own “Flower From The Body”
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