With a mouthful of sand
With a tongue like ash
In a void of language and lack
There is a gnawing rot at the heart of this
A shallow grave for us
It is a sickening creeping act
And it will never be enough for any of them
With a mouthful of sand
With a tongue like ash
In a void of purposeful lack
There is an ember lit at the heart of it
Despite the failures of all the rest
And the uncounted mass of clamoring dead
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren
The album description mentions an “emotional apex.” That’s really the difference between Stare and the band’s previous albums. Ulcerate was always supremely technically proficient. I just didn’t care all that much. Their growth has come from making music you will feel. Metallurgical Fire