Embalming fluid intoxication, wasted in the morgue. A shot of aldehyde is what I need to get me drunk.
I huff formaldehyde, swig glutaraldehyde. Inflame my lungs and throat, preserve my corpse.
Embalmed inebriation, a thirst that can't be quenched, aldehyde temulence, a pint of living death.
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Spun it about 5 times over the past weekend, in a sea of overbearing DM this demo hits hard with those blasts that groove along with the pummel of the riff, and solos and synths that take you somewhere else, better than the record versions imo. bacon_cakez
The Portland death metal band honors the decades-old relationship between underground metal and independent horror. Bandcamp Album of the Day Aug 18, 2023