An all-time classic doom album, trudging along on multitudinous paws, yet punctuated by blasts of chaotic pounding and the whipping of tentacles. Predating the so-called "post-metal" phenomenon by almost a decade, these songs ebb and eddy into each other with little regard for beauty, variety, conventional song structure, or the comfort and sanity of the listener. You'll find no choirs here, no banjos or saxophones or tinkly toy pianos.
It's said, though, that if one listens closely, one can hear the distant flapping of wings.
It's said, though, that if one listens closely, one can hear the distant flapping of wings.
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