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.
Silence begets a new er(r)a.
Marlugubre and I go way back.
Approximately 5,000 woes are enough to form a legion.
Even after the end of the world, there’s still hope for prog metal bingo.
Or, a World Burning for a Love Undying.
If better never comes, this will have been good enough.
Are we the wormwood?