
Twenty tracks of blistering, lo-fi death-grind. A claustrophobic explosion of basement-born aggression that prioritizes raw impact over technical polish.
It's like a 1992 basement show trapped on a cassette tape that's been played a thousand times.
Relentless, confrontational energy with moments of exhausted, sludge-filled despair.
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