Crushing.

Droning.

Spastic.

Jazzy.

This album is a serious buy.

Seriously.

It’s like Lady Gaga and Mumford and Sons have an orgy and get a monstrous children that doesn’t look a thing like their parents (even if we don’t know which is the father).

Not even close.

Some might wonder if it’s even human. And hunt it until it’s presumably dead in the woods.

But it’s not.

And its urge for revenge only grows bigger, and stronger over the years.

But the villagers have forgotten.

But he hasn’t.

That’s about what it sounds like.

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-D