If I’m to be a pillar of salt, dancing static in the still. If I’m to be a pillar of salt, in grace I’ll exit the wound. There’s no morphine for the absent. There’s no absence for the genius. And if my spine is to fail, redirect the applause. These sated eyes will always keep you alive.
Richmond, Virginia's Shy, Low temper metal's crushing dynamics with post rock's atmospheric beauty on their Pelagic debut. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 13, 2021