
Twenty-two minutes of blistering, raw spiritual hardcore punk. Fast, unpolished, and completely uncompromising.
Atmospheric blueprint
Feedback screeches through cheap guitar pickups before a wall of relentless, mud-spattered drums caves your chest in. This is the sound of basement walls sweating in winter. It never pauses for breath, offering only raw, throat-shredding vocals and jagged chords that feel like gravel scraping against a fresh wound.
A brooding atmosphere settles over the entire tracklist, transforming the music into a deeply lonely, rain-slicked journey through the quietest hours of an empty city.
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