Second volume of the "Subterranean Passage" trilogy: one single tense, gritty track full of droning drear, nervous seething, an anhedonic Arabic guitar solo, and an troubling atmosphere of barely-contained bloodlust. At the time I wrote this, all I wanted to do was die so that I could be waiting for "her" in hell when her own day finally, inevitably came. She would be delivered across the Styx to find me waiting with a pair of flaming hot tongs and a scalpel. The torments I had planned for "her" would be such as would make the sickest visions of Dante, Clive Barker, and Edward Lee shrivel in comparison. Some of the thoughts that crossed my mind at this time truly frightened me, but only something truly savage could have distracted me from the obsessive threat of self-slaughter. No, really. Hence the reason that I have only managed to listen to this whole EP all the way through twice, and I wrote the fucker. Good luck.
Sounds like: Coil, Brian Lustmord, Wilt, Skinny Puppy's Puppy Gristle playing at on broken speakers in a filthy operating room somewhere in the slums of Dis.
1. A special place prepared for you in hell (42.48)
ZIPfile contains all tracks in 256kbps MP3 form, plus printable-quality cover art and liner notes.
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