Shat into this coffin. A thousand nails in my path. Indoctrination, Intimidation. Valued will be the time being enslaved. Valued will be the things you do to survive. Indoctrination, Intimidation. This torrential river to swim against and this desert without water is what is offered in this land. Grim Reaper is creeping after me, with darkest humour speaking out loud: “Alea iacta est. It is assumed that your chances are small.” This civilisation is rotting. Its self-righteous organs raining its shit upon my head. Indoctrination, Intimidation. The remaining meaning of life: I will fight this fleshly instinct to die.
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