These hands, they don't work like they once did.
Ghost appendages. I've learned a different way.
Seeing only the present riches. Rerouting hearts I've stopped.
I thought I found my way back (peddle your young).
I thought I could touch again (exploit your sons).
In the Harlot's House, everything is eventual.
Infrared marital bed.
I have my pride.
Cutting corners; false archive.
I am what I am, nothing more.
Clasped in prayer; severed on the floor.
You never understood me?
I never will.
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018