I've packed up my things and waved at my friends. All these love songs I hear, they’re obviously about her. Though I loved my place, years became four winters, and in the coldest days, as walls, her arms are warmer. Her letters sleep in my pocket, milestones to when we last met. Her words started to fade, but I don't care, cause tonight I'll read them again in her eyes, those storytellers. I couldn't care less of everything else. Her letters sleep in my pocket, milestones to when we last met. Her letters started to fade. Milestones.
This review is long overdue. This album right here is the album that finally pulled me out of the "commercial" music world and into the world of the raw, experimental, and sincere. An amalgamation of everything I love about post-metal and hardcore taken to a mathy, heavy, ambient extreme. brineryte
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018