surrounded by torment.
broken skies tend broken pastures, where gardens have been, passing with a friend.
"it's raining, it's raining" but it feels like a desert.
lay the bed—the coming stillness.
we're not dead—it's only just the beginning.
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016