{"id":75228,"date":"2018-01-01T11:00:48","date_gmt":"2018-01-01T17:00:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.toiletovhell.com\/?p=75228"},"modified":"2018-01-01T10:35:46","modified_gmt":"2018-01-01T16:35:46","slug":"reflect-on-the-past-year-with-boiling-piss","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/toiletovhell.com\/reflect-on-the-past-year-with-boiling-piss\/","title":{"rendered":"Reflect on the Past Year with Boiling Piss"},"content":{"rendered":"
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It is 2018. You’re likely reading this through bloodshot eyes and a splitting headache, your slept-in jeans and tuxedo tee clinging to your sweaty body with the kind of soil that accumulates after a night of shame and debauchery. Awaken, you slugabeds, for the new year is upon us. And what better way to welcome it than with a boiling pot of piss and some mild reflection, courtesy of the transcendent funeral doom of\u00a0Pissboiler<\/strong>?<\/p>\n

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At first blush, the name Pissboiler likely evokes the same twinge of revulsion or trepidation that the similarly monikered\u00a0Piss Vortex<\/strong> and\u00a0Pissgrave\u00a0<\/strong>conjure. I’m happy to shatter the illusion, however; Pissboiler is more genteel contemplation, an effort in dark and esoteric doom with mounrnful melodies and vast open spaces within which a listener may lose himself.\u00a0In the Lair of Lucid Nightmares<\/em>, for all its horrific trappings, is more cold winter dawn after a night of darkness than swirling maelstrom of fear and loathing.<\/p>\n

And, after a year like 2017, that certainly seems appropriate.<\/p>\n