Whatever god you created abandoned you long ago
As the infant reaches out to strangle its own mother
In the depths of every poison river and in every gust of filthy wind
The end is apparent, and well deserved
We shuffle, heads down, willing partners in our own demise
Who will stop those that care not to stop themselves?
A ship of fool, sinking faster than any can bail
Invent a new syndrome, follow it with a new cure
For a problem that only exists because we created it
Diagnose, identify, malign, you’re buried long before you’ve died
And no one will miss you if you’re gone
But you were never here, and now you’re fucking gone
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
Chicago deathcore outfit Into the Silo torch everything in sight on this searing new LP with riffs that will leave bruises. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 21, 2022