Review: Syberia – Quan tot s’apagui
A desolate post-soundtrack to worldly destruction.
A desolate post-soundtrack to worldly destruction.
Do you think pelicans would listen to dive bombs while diving for fish?
Bad Bunnies Beware.
Post-metal snoozefest, or will these Italians leave us void of sleep?
Grab your tripod; we’re gonna be here all night.
You guys made me ink!
The guest musicians carried this one.
A sonic miasma? Fortunately, no.
Drankdf too muchh and Kauan’t fiund my Wayhome.
I love me a good mountain.