Come, O cleansing fire of promise
Scorch the meat from off our bones
Fill your coffers from our coffins
From our fossils form your throne
(Your so-called truth
Will be reviled)
We've had enough of all your alibis
Syncopated, orchestrated
Swarming with flies
We need some light to break these smoldering skies
Incinerate the fear
And cut you down to size
Masses, thirsty, desperate, tired
Of suckling upon your glistening teat
Out of the slag our skeletons will rise
We'll gather beneath your tower of flesh
No longer content to be fat with deceit
(Or sour bile)
The perfect blend of naive enthusiasm and unfiltered rock 'n' roll danger, leading to an explosive, raw sound. Volcanic, pure, and crushing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 30, 2017
Brighton, UK band leaven surging hard rock with spaced-out stoner-doom on their second LP, recorded in an old chapel on the English coast. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2022