A blistering proto‑metal broadside where ignored warnings become policy. Fuzz soaked riffs, a commanding contralto lead, and vivid imagery of datafication and “electric prayer” drive an arc from dread to defiance—asking who owns the eyes, the records, and the truth.
A fuzzed proto‑metal broadside where warnings harden into laws, this lyric sheet tracks our drift from convenience to control and from sleep to defiance. The refrain turns the present into a rallying cry, ending with a communal ignition become the gasoline.
A slow E‑minor Gothic blues elegy where an immortal narrator toasts a lost love, turning wine into a metaphor for grief that deepens with time. Smoky guitars, Hammond, slide, and a late blues‑metal swell frame a rich contralto rising from hushed confession to cosmic lament.
A gothic blues elegy where a contralto narrator keeps love alive by letting a 'shadow' share the bed. Domestic relics become monuments as time expands to stars and centuries; memory stands in for afterlife, and doom blues textures turn grief into a slow, searing vow.
A centuries long elegy in slow doom blues, Ashes in My Velvet Hands turns grief into a sacred relic as a contralto narrator cradles embers that refuse to die; immortality becomes the curse of endless remembering, sung over Hammond swells and keening slide.
