In the wake of that which is cold
We fill the cracks
With fragments of gold
You smell the rot?
Only time will tell if it holds
We fear the worst is still yet unknown
One more
Stray form
You smell the rot?
I’ve got the shakes again
I can’t stop thinking of what
Could’ve been
I’ve got the shakes again
I can’t stop thinking of potentially
What could’ve been
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
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren