Review: Inner Cabala – We Are Solitude
No darlings were harmed in the making of this album.
No darlings were harmed in the making of this album.
The sophomore slump with hints of brilliance.
I know you thought this was an article about Puerto Rican jazz trumpeter Louis “King” Garcia, but stick around anyway.
Now you step inside but you don’t see too many faces / comin’ in out of the rain to hear the big band jazz metal orchestra go down.
Eye contact with the void is always so awkward.
“You stare at Benthos, they stare right back. And that’s when the sick mathcore comes, not from the front, but from the side. The point is, when they deliver sick mathcore, you are alive.”
– Sam Neill in Jurassic Park if you replaced raptors with Benthos, probably.
Mood: the sky is rent and the gods lie bleeding