These minds
Call my name
A sacred place
A gathering
I kneel at an altar
Made of blood,
Of hate and love
Take this heart
Take this mind
Taking names
All our lives
I kneel at an altar
Made of blood,
Of hate and love
You see it buckle, hear us groan
This ship splinters, but we won't sink
Held together with nails and string
Gut-churning, violent, and intense. A hellish soundscape made moreso with the addition of bits of foley and ambiance, like a snippet of audio from a piece of video evidence attached to a homicide, or a gritty, dark thriller (the audio clips taken directly from No Country for Old Men don't hurt that descriptor.) To put it bluntly, this music wants to hurt me. TigerLily
You gotta love a band that has a great sense of humor, and slays this hard to back it up. Was fortunate enough to see them live, and words cannot explain how versatile Coady and Jared are on stage. They make more damn noise with just drums and bass than any other band I've seen. Side question--does Coady have to replace his drum skins after every show? The man hits like a truck! Praise the almighty BB! Hank