Burial Grid t-shirt design A on black Gildan-style tees. B&W design.
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lyrics
Between sleep we scan the waves for life
And watch pre-recorded shows
For all that we know it's day
Or permanent night
Generation's blight
Laugh, love
Without the first
Asphyxiating on yesterday's plans
And thinning blood
We're out of food
The ribs extend through yellowed sallow skin
There's no more insulin at all
I feel my heart choke
It's getting quiet now
Get the kids and line them up
Hug their heads to yours
Say you're sorry
Push the pillow down
This album literally sounds as though synths are playing themselves through layers of toxic mold, making them sick and weak in the process. Equally soothing and alarming. Burial Grid
A meticulously-detailed, lush update on early British proto-synthpop. Think the downcast landscapes of The Human League: Reproduction leveled up in sonic sensibilities. Burial Grid
supported by 11 fans who also own “Babies in the Bunker”
filled to bursting with horror and bugs, but also extremely addictive synth and guitar work. instances of industrial synth and gothic rock, with a terrible feeling of dread permeating it that I adore. so much to love in such a small package. very solid, sinister release. palehorse666
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