A sphere
Whose center is everywhere
Circumference nowhere
The road is travelled
The boulder rolls
Consumes
A hyperobject
Unreal, bodiless
"All hail the good thinker
Saint shitty feeler
What an ever widening chasm
An arduous thing to be
But how fruitful a human being
There's a depression of the earth
In which the moss blooms
That's where I've learned to lay
The quiet touch of roots begin to hold,
A cold enforcement of brute fact
At one point we may have thought differently,
But it has to be this way
I don't think that I will be here tomorrow
In what future will we be allowed to prevail
It's not naive to hope"
The indescribable Fawn Limbs return with another LP that slams together grindcore, math rock & experimental music to jaw-dropping effect. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 22, 2021
The latest from this one-man sludge metal project from Baltimore is discordant, spacious, and as heavy as a full group could ever be. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 12, 2019