Hideously distorted reflections, my brain shorts out, enter: state of possession, I depress from feelings of oppression, the ceiling drops, there's no way to get out, I cling to fear, gasping for air from doubt, oh this is more than I asked for, get away from me, why am I getting put through this? fuck it all, I can't believe this is real, and now I am fighting to not get pulled under, letting go of everything I can, is that wrong? here's to moving on, sometimes I feel like a house of mirrors, light speed thought and perspective changes rage on, and on, rage on, the paradigm flipped and landed on its edge, if only my reflection lined up with my projection, I wouldn't fear the house of mirrors, the house of mirrors, the house of mirrors shatters and reforms into a shrine of worship, this progression seems so nonsensical, my thread of logic is burning from both ends, so meet me in the middle and see me as multiple sides, that unify as I decide whether to die alone and cold, or being grateful for all of the warmth that I can hold
Welcome to my meadow among the mountains, where upbeat and heavy sounds hang out together. Compositional stylings reminiscent of an eternal battle betwixt calculation and expression. Maximum Burgundy is on the air...are you listening?
Experimental prog rock chock-full of awesome sounds I didn't know I liked yet. If you dig Devin Townsend, you'll dig this, and if you don't dig Devin...you'll probably still like this album. Max Bergen
Scalding metalcore from Spain, “Where the Waves Are Born” swings from clean to growled vocals over blindingly intricate fretwork. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 19, 2023