I hate the following: christians/pagans/buddhists/Islam/the new age/the old age/all the cowards that cower before nothing/all the people who have all the answers/all the people who settle with denial/people who hate me because god told them too/their stupid churches/the Marxists/the Taylorists/the fascists/the liberals/the misogynists/the separatists/the cynics/the deluded/corporations/police/shithead gumby punks/arty fashion fascists/everyone who wants me to think like them/everyone who knows what’s going on but don't do anything about it/people who tell me to shut up/people like me who whinge all the time/people who don’t love anyone or anything/the bastards who inflict all this pain and shit (so there!)
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I cannot praise this album enough. This album is absolutely terrifying! The many starts and stops creates this very h settling tension. Each start expands on the stopper idea previously. It’s like the music equivalent of walking through thick fog while passing out multiple times throughout trying to find a place to orientate yourself. There may or may not be something sinister in that fog, but you don’t want to stick around to find out. Bought the vinyl so I summon the fog demons through spe showhornwithteeth