Dim light flickers casting dancing shadows. The hordes within their cells wail and writhe. I am the remnants of a memory, hidden beyond dream’s door. Shackled to remorse felt but not know. Beset on all sides by the laments of abominations, praying for succor in abject misery. There is no salvation here, only pain, the undeniable and inescapable truth that binds us. I belong here. Held by what I know in my heart. Tear this from myself. Leave it for the rats to devour. As I sit with heart in hand, regrets and sin, hope and dreams turn to excrement on the floor. I am free, and my humanity lies choking the flies on the cold concrete. I am become death, the destroyer of worlds
Weedian presents a 56-track chronicle of Mexico's stoner metal and heavy psych scenes, from ’90s forefathers to contemporary wrecking crews. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022