Sterile earth now.
Little worth now
Bitter fruits then nothing at all.
Very little.
Then nothing at all.
Poisonous soil has no worth at all.
Life dried up, ground to a stop.
Arable land.
Now desolate sand.
A vista of death.
Wide open view.
Nothing it leads too.
Just more empty death.
Wide open vista of dry arid earth.
Wide open vista of nothing but death.
Land gone bad.
Desperate souls.
Hungry all.
Crops all gone.
No more come.
Land gone bad.
Soil and sand.
Empty hands.
Sterile lands.
Once arable land now just desolate sand and nothing else.
Wide open view, but nothing it leads to.
It's just a vista of empty death.
Sterile earth now.
Little worth now
Bitter fruits then nothing at all.
Very little.
Then nothing at all.
This poisonous soil.
Has no worth at all.
Miserable roots on still standing trees.
Dry leaves fallen to the ground as their mother's precious lifeblood leaves.
Rustling epitaphs blowing dry, dead, lifeless in the breeze.
Crops lie dead upon the ground shielding sky from poison dirt.
No new life since theirs did end, now just barren empty arid earth.
Rain has not fallen here for half a year or more.
The tanks are running dry, there's no chance of more water.
The winter stores are gone, they will not be restored.
There is no chance things will be like they were before.
Ἡ εἰκών was an impressive debut, but way too short! Luckily, Ψευδομένη arrives to satisfy the urge for more of what made its precedessor hit hard and fast: some atmospheric moments (don't be deterred as this is still brutal, dissonant and disgusting to the core) and at the same time, J.L. is exploring longer tracks - e.g. my personal favourite - and implementing some cavernous lows. If there's one thing we can all agree on, it's most likely that this man refuses to stand still. What a pace! David Fischer
The Alberta crushers hold tight to their rank, astral-gazing grindcore, staring down abyssal torment all the while. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 31, 2020