where am i? lost in tides surrounded by black seas. coming to, i remember clutching my mother as i watched her swallowed up, romanticized, naturalized, criminalized, cauterized. all the borders; all the guns; all the walls. wet foot or dry foot or dirty foot. all alien and alone scratching out a home, we are immigrants denying immigrants denying immigrants denying
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024