Uniting the tribes under the banner of a black sun
The apex of our history set to return again
Our nation’s ascendant cracks on dark horizons
The nuclear winter begins before a backdrop of war
A final war, a final solution
What should have been done long ago, will be done again
This time under the guide of Jove’s holy arsenal
A singular point in time, A singular planet among the galaxy
Everything crafted by the gentle hands of angels
Ending in brilliance and painting the shadows into the dirt
Merging with cosmic dust, the suckling ape is no more
Failed experiments must be put down
Humanity has begun to sleep
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020
The Belgian band explore heavy psych, tribal rhythms, free-jazz freakouts, meditative drone and the vast, shadowy spaces in between. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 22, 2020