saliva dripping on a shirt
wet rag clings to the skinny chest
dirty toy for sick children
between the cracked walls of magic box
like a doll on a barbed wire
she sew a bedsheet and lay it
for covering with a veil of desire
white seams on the bridle torn
plastic hallway and red rooms where
door is locked
clock is stopped
mirror is wrecked
mind is blocked
they mix a powder and a spark
they make a groans in the dark
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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
supported by 7 fans who also own “Barbwired Dollhouse”
Imagine the voices of every person from every conversation you ever had suddenly talking in your head ALL AT ONCE at 5x the speed in a sheer hatred directed solely at YOU while you’re withdrawing and having terror inducing hallucinations while every single person on earth is talking about you, worse yet they’re laughing at you at the same time in glass shattering high pitched shrieks and they have no eyes, just empty sockets, grinning with nails for teeth til they catch you up….
Have fun you 🫵 Tell Ya Fucking Story Walking…
The indescribable Fawn Limbs return with another LP that slams together grindcore, math rock & experimental music to jaw-dropping effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2021
supported by 7 fans who also own “Barbwired Dollhouse”
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