Tuesday morning. Having arrived at Misery Dispensation, I am belted in. For a time, there is darkness, only darkness. And then the sound. The sound oozes forth, sweet hair-laced clogs of it. They fall like lotion upon the flaming anus of my brain.
In joy there is music. In sorrow, the Shoes. contendo
Shoutout to Spacegrass for the gifted code, we're both big fans of this project and he already said everything I could so all I will say is: this album FUCKS, ROCKS AND BANGS A FUCKING LOT. chizarsu