There's pride in ownership. It's fucking ours. The sky, the earth below our swollen feet, the air inhaled, the moon and all which looms above; it's all been fucking claimed and sold. Send the rocket's red glare roaring high above to claim an ounce of moon dust just so we can rail the regolith in perfect purchased lines. Such fine heavenly powder is so powerful as it penetrates the sinuses. The high is blinding. It's what defines us. Fuck blow. Cocaine is for the classless masses. Strip mine and rail the lines, crashing synapses in eclipsed, euphoric syzygial blast-offs.
credits
from Regolith Rips/Old Ghosts,
released December 7, 2018
C. Charles Lovat-Fraser - vocals
Adam Brylowski - guitar
Trevor Dykstra - guitar
Jerome Dorge - bass
Oliver Nacinovic - drums
All songs written and recorded by Pale Drone
Recorded, mixed, engineered, mastered by David Partridge at Helm Recording in Milton, Ontario, Canada
A fantastic debut showing from Baltimore metal band Born of Plagues, uniting post-metal's expansive textures with sludge's almighty muck. Bandcamp New & Notable May 19, 2021