ALBUM REVIEW: Thou – Umbilical
Lost in a palace of mirrors.
Lost in a palace of mirrors.
Selvet er en sump.
Enslaved jaws funnel holy water into the lungs of the apostles.
Can you see it? Can you hear it? Can you feel it?
We get pruned / Before we can behold / The fruit that is our offering
Failure will follow you wherever you may go.
Now septic, soon necrotic.
All my favorite bands are doomed to obscurity.
An invitation for others to come forward, and to pass through darkness into light