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.
Prog you can bring home to meet your parents?
The sophomore slump with hints of brilliance.
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.
Cue the ‘Spiderman pointing at Spiderman’ memes.
I receive: squid; you receive: weirdo black metal—you know, squid pro quo?
From old friends to strange acquaintances.
It’s Autumn in the southern hemisphere.
FFO big-ass paintings and death metal