two-color small print on the front, two-color big-ass print on the back
very likely the last flesh merch we're ever gonna do, so get em while you can!
all orders come with a download of THE GLASS GARDEN (october 27) & a pin while supplies last
if all goes as planned, i should get these bad boys shipped out around the end of the month!
Includes unlimited streaming of The Glass Garden
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lyrics
links rattle & coils hiss; stone lies still. soles skid & the sand spits; echoes spill. no signs of life. board nailed to the back gate, tagged & thin. wood splintering sharp & loose from years of wind. pull back, split cracks, & slip in.
tight, patterned sky. manic high tarp windows hardly hold. dive down inside. undertow taking hold; grab & pull.
smoke tumbling streetwards, surge & roar. half-circles in concrete on the foundry floor. faint signal hums just under the conscious somewhere near. stake out where the aperture might soon appear. pulse beats, then retreats in the air.
frail, latticed veil. voices call, blotted out, pinched & sprawled. crazed tub lights blaze; colors drain; sparks lash down; time just halts.
& a fog encloses all...
sand, fragments, & dirt, whirling & rising. pelting my skin, blurring my eyes red & raw. they say, don't turn away until i feel the pull. gather my strength, cover my eyes, & wait.
rays cut like a blade, drawing the aperture wide. staling the air, musk like a tomb flooding out. stand blank in the cascade, its violence so bright. follow it down, without a word, into the maze.
3, 2, 1 - all-consumed, all-aflame. all is dust; dust is all. gasp, throat like glass; sirens blast; webbing climbs up the walls.
& the hands wrap my ankles...
try now to read the marks on the tomb walls. crucified tongue, stamped into earth to erode. black lines buried in ages of stone, strata of life untold. burned, all, in the end. find no mercy for them.
tunnel contracts, stench all around now. filling my lungs; wrenching my hands. cold floor ungiving. too tight to crawl; too far to turn back. pale fire at the gate. find no path to escape.
I've always been on the fence about Elder. The musicianship was always there but it never clicked. Omens and Innate Passage have certainly changed that. QNdNas7kQgBG5fi
A blackened doom concept record about the very real problem of amphibian extinction, “Croak” is a punishing, essential listen. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 23, 2022
I love the light and shade between Bryan's dirty and Emma's forlorn vocals. There are so many layers to this recording that are driven home through contrast. Plus the riffs are brilliant and get me moving. I can't stop listening to Thou and Emma in general lately. spaceman2250