Review: Volubilis – Theasterion
The prism calls for thee…not in a weird way or anything.
The prism calls for thee…not in a weird way or anything.
Can the mirrors reflect the opening brilliance?
The many faces of death in the peat of dreams.
Le feu fait rage en moi tandis que je contemple les “Sidera” une dernière fois.
Chill, lo-fi beats to play air guitar to.
A utopia? In this economy?
Man and machine are in an imminent collision course. This is music reflective of that future.
Why get redpilled when you can get Redwalled instead?
Foxy Shazam have been pushing out turds for a while now. At least they’re finally admitting it.
Oh, chute! Not the falling stars again!