Well, I've been griping quite a bit about my busy life and the shortage of time to spend tending the little zen rock garden I've raked out for myself here in the Swamp, but now we have some time to sit down and properly digest an album free of parasites and superfluous influences. Perhaps you've experienced the death of a loved one, or you've battled a horrid disease. Perhaps you've felt isolated because of your unique perspective, or you're on weird drugs. Perhaps you think doom metal is a black hole of negativity or your head is too far up your ass and your ears are full of human shit.Frankly, it doesn't matter what's wrong with you. Stop whatever you're doing. Your terminal ennui, your shitty co-workers, your boring internet drama, your expanding waistline and fading tribal tats: all of these can be cleansed.
Walk Between the Lines
Thanks! It's a great job!
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