The long day is winding down. You’re home from your mundane day job, and have nothing to do but wait to fall asleep so you can haul your bloated carcass out of bed and shit, get dressed, and piss off back to the time clock. Maybe you watch TV, or eat a microwavable meal in … Continue reading “Cthonic Rites” -Moss

The best way to describe the cavernous sound of “Tombs of the Blind Drugged” is to liken it to being bound, blindfolded, and dragged through the hot, sticky bowels of a decomposing subterranean dragon to have your essence drained from your barely-living body at the end of it all, and then being left to rot … Continue reading “Tombs of the Blind Drugged” – Moss