Review: Royal Sorrow – Innerdeeps
Whoa, look at that baby’s hair!
Whoa, look at that baby’s hair!
You can check out any time you like (as long as it’s 15/8), but you can never leave.
Like drinking from a musical firehose!
Riffs and ruin in a blood-starved wasteland.
Come for the blast beats, stay for the existential crisis
This one definitely grew on me.
The horrors are endless, yet I remain silly.
Join the circle, and partake…
When sending your flamenco band into space, don’t forget the sunscreen.
Calling all big fuckin’ weirdos.