...and I'm standing in a crowd of jubilant fools,
filled with fierce hatred, boundless sadness and loneliness…
I watch you burn in the hellish flames of merciless fire, the fire of betrayal, lies and cowardice. Through this thick acrid smoke, I see your furious face, my dear…
Your purple ashes rise into the sky to fall like a poisonous rain on the heads of the guilty, to give black moisture to the dead forest, to give life to our poisonous children in hats and with pale faces - toadstools.
And we will definitely meet after! I hear a whisper that there is far away in the forest thicket under the old withered foliage.
Oh, yes, they have pale hats, they whisper terrible spells and call me…
And I go to their charming call in the purple forest.
supported by 7 fans who also own “Поганки (Toadstools)”
A lot going on here but after repeat listens, it all makes sense. Catchy melodies and grooves are intertwined w/ scathing vocals. Creepy artwork too! Sean TPLTR
supported by 5 fans who also own “Поганки (Toadstools)”
Man, this is some flat out foul death doom metal. Crushingly heavy and intimidating. The whole album oozes a thick and murky atmosphere that will leave you feeling hypoxic and catatonic. Do what you can to brace yourself against this torrent of sludge and slime. 8/10 RJ