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Review: Lautreamont – Silence of the Deceased
Since that day, the only weather has been soot. Rebar juts from piles of blasted concrete like fingers searching for ... -
Review: Grayceon – IV
A scorpion spreads its pincers and raises the cruel point of its stinger in a threat display. An immediate response ... -
Review: Howling Sycamore – Self-Titled
Sleep comes, and the eyes move rapidly behind closed lids. Half-digested thoughts merge into visions both alien and familiar. In these ...
