Review: Voidchaser – Interstellar I
In space, no one can hear your synths.
In space, no one can hear your synths.
Fear it, run from it, the Kazoo arrives all the same.
Whaddaya mean I don’t believe in thrash gods?
I talk to Dave Mustaine every day.
Will radiance outshine the void, or will it be sucked into the black hole?
Approximately 5,000 woes are enough to form a legion.
Don’t worry, Moon Tooth won’t bite… for long.
Even after the end of the world, there’s still hope for prog metal bingo.
Come bask in this blackened French atmosphere.
It’ll bring out that dog in ya!
For those whose dreams want them dead.