Exiled. Thrown out into the woods among haunted trees. Bone white mists rise. Frost clings to his sopping feet. On this first night alone he's huddled under gnarled oak trees. Specters descend and unknown horrors rustle in the weeds. Strange markings of demons found upon his skin. For this he'll spend his first night walking through endless mists. Behind haze of fog the pale moon peaks through fingers of skeletal trees. Behind me something breathes. Behind me something speaks! The cleft-lipped demons from my dreams with its milky, lidless, eyes. With it's crimson cherubic frame, whispers in demonic tongue “Half-blood. Half-child. I cannot let you live. Lie down in the leaves. Embrace this black abyss.” On this first night alone. Haunted.
a few of the peoples who played on these things featured here play on this with a buncha other wicked cool folk, and it's generally awesome punk music various
Scratchy DIY punk from Philadelphia with an impeccable list of inspirations. Think Crass, Flux of Pink Indians, This Heat, and Chronophage. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 22, 2023