Throw a cowcatcher on your tank. Strap a snowplow on your jank-ass jalopy. Just fucking bulldoze everything, let the doomed-death ride. You'll have to excuse my enthusiasm; Needle Cathedral gives me feelings. Můra stitch up all the right pieces of the charnel heap, riveting dense drubs to piston-perfect oscillations. Worships the pace and the space in between, bringing balance to the force. Think Acephalix'"Christ Hole" without the HM-2 or d-beats. At the very least, think Krypts. Think whatever you want, just stay out of the way.
