Review: Port Noir – The Dark We Keep
We’re roaming the plaza, we be like piranhas.
We’re roaming the plaza, we be like piranhas.
Welcome to Prog Album Conversion Therapy Camp!
Drive time rock and here I am struggling to afford gas.
Welcome to the flock.
In space, no one can hear your synths.
Whaddaya mean I don’t believe in thrash gods?
I talk to Dave Mustaine every day.
If only someone had written a theory about the low end.
Open up this fucking pit, HAL! .. What do you mean you can’t do that?
For sale: microfiction black metal LP, never played.
Will the cycle of suffering continue?