On pulpits we're praised, yet in gutters we die. We're gristle for the mill, corpses for the grind. Rotting martyrs on Golgatha raised, splayed and bloody for the cis-gaze. You can fit the narrative of being broken and weak; you'll still recieve nothing, you'll starve in the streets. Fit the mold tranny, they'll care when you're dead.
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Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan
Off-kilter country songs with big, beating hearts, the music on “Sword Songs” captures hope and heartache in equal measure. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 7, 2017