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lyrics
I become an idiot child
Left in an idiot fire
Indifferent eyes like sharks and crabs
I return to the ether lung
That blows black air through their cries
Nowhere yet everywhere
I become an idiot child
Left in an idiot's fire
Unconcerned eyes like a cosmic mother
I return to the ether lung
That blows black air through their cries
I'll never wake up again
Never wake up again
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 29 fans who also own “Blinking Heads in Baskets”
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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