Review: Goreworm – Miasmic Solitude
Who here hasn’t felt like the arachnid staring into the unknowable?
Who here hasn’t felt like the arachnid staring into the unknowable?
Is it clickbait to say that Rivers of Nihil ruined progressive death metal?
Shine on, you crazy diamonds
Who up burning they firmament?
Alien viral transmission, far out.
Who wants to be the purple, ethereal arms to my… er, nevermind.
The Rat in the Hat.
Death grooves baked in the Texas heat.
The spiral calls out for you.
Some things should stay in the dark.