supported by 202 fans who also own “LET THE EVIL OF HIS OWN LIPS COVER HIM”
This album gurns and churns with the dense, atmospheric power of an angel wrestling the forces of hell.
Wolfe's voice is an ethereal swirl, but it can cut like a blade. Her guitar, meanwhile, is a reaper's scythe, and with it, she flails like a Balrog summoned deep and raging from the bowels of Middle Earth.
It's an album of dreams and nightmares, a sludge-gaze torrent of painful questions hurled into the void.
A brave, bold and empowering listen. Michael Mueller
supported by 190 fans who also own “LET THE EVIL OF HIS OWN LIPS COVER HIM”
This album perfectly binds the very best features of these three artists and crushes the resulting amalgamation of sound and structure into the sticky, icky doomy nectar that is this album. Every track is it's own unique experience, and not one of them is to be missed. I am so happy that this is in the world. Cypriene