Bile soils my shoes.
Guts fight their way out.
It throws me back in the sounds.
I'm a god walking on earth
Sunlight blinds my mind.
Cracked vessel, filled with oblivion.
Lost in rooms full of prying eyes.
Drumfire rages in my head.
An imposter cowering at a desk.
supported by 5 fans who also own “Imposter Syndrome”
Swirling guitars, furious drums, vocals that at the same time howl from infinite distance and are right up in your head; everything put into dissonant form with the help of unconventional songwriting. This album is my personal key to the icelanding black metal madness that I've ignored for way too long! Lukas Kaufmann
supported by 5 fans who also own “Imposter Syndrome”
What an album! The only reason the album didn't elevate them straight to stardom is not enough people heard it. Modern classic - from start to finish. c1ch