Bone Awl nods its thousand heads in the direction of Alhazred, and the mad Arab nods his head in return. Genuinely unnerving, primitively played, hoarsely rasped, and hypnotic in its hideousness. Stand in awe at the most malignant music of the stillborn millennium. This is a testament to the last five days of my life, which remain absent from my memory.
I will pull the teeth from your skull.
I love Bone Awl. I thought I had everything by them, but I havn't seen this. So thanks.
ReplyDeleteYou are quite welcome. Essential listening for the deaf and dumb. sssssssssssss...
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