Crustacean Doom from the deep, drifted onto to shore to fester under the harsh New Orleans sun. A hard exoskeleton of low-end hum surrounded by inky clouds of dueling guitar, thrashing tentacles, and resinous excretion. Sometimes moving with terrifying speed, but more frequently lurking in a darkened tide pool, patient, dreaming.
Watching.
Watching.
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