Mottled flesh marks the end of my second winter's sun... Another ugly bed projects dreams just as flawful... To wake is to die... Wreckage and glass eyes... Return to my side... Lonely bones creeping through the halls, creaking in the low light... Droll and plum... Aching and numb... To wake is to die... Wreckage and glass eyes... Return to my side... Yesterday's beginning is narrowing... Today, I leave no footprints... In shallow water she's head high...
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This album is lovely: grim, profound, and full of emotion. A truly astounding piece of art.
“Like a death in the family
Lose a piece to the void
Regain trust slowly
I carry you wherever I go…” --N--
Perfectly gloomy Norwegian goth/post-punk, anchored by a punchy rhythm section and driven by chiming guitar lines and morose vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 16, 2021