Death
Death
Now my oldest friend
Death
Death
This loss will never end
Over and over another body piles
Never an escape despite
How much I try
The mass of bodies growing from disease and suicide
Their names will not be written
In a book that is not mine
All the world burns
In a book that is not mine
The crown prince of cybergrind does it again - shades of hyperpop and frenetic dance burst through an assault of grindcore hyperblasts and crushing guitars. Thotcrime
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Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan