Fighting, fighting, fighting by the volcano! It's hot by the volcano, fighting by the volcano, let's go to the volcano! The volcano! Clawing your eyes out! What's up with the volcano? It's a fucking volcano! The volcano, it's erupting!
Lava burns my eyes, it's in my eyes, burning my eyes, filling my lungs, making me choke, burning hot smoke, stinging my eyes, the end is near, nothing to fear, fall from the sky, my time to die, die, die!
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A deep dive into the emotional landscape of Greg Puciato. Seamlessly going from raw harshness to the complete opposite and back. Average Tween Wave Enjoyer
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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
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This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren