An augmented judgment
A criminal past
Failure to all
Loved by no one
The scab you prick time after time
How did you become so shallow?
You moronically hold your head in a fire
Shitting where you sleep
Shitting where you eat
You question your purpose like anyone else
But you've dug yourself a hole that you call a home
And there is no light for you to reach
There is no fucking light
supported by 10 fans who also own “The Mainline Scab”
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