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The riffs? Fast. The gear? Black.

Sand, brambles, and sludgey tones: wouldn't have it any other way.

There's no surplus of violence here

You're tearing me the fuck apart Lisa

There's nothing illusory about how badass this song is!

Need some epic progressive grooves in your life?

Lemme show you who's boss, son

You can't dethrone the one on the drum throne

Open your thoughts and join the Hyvmine

Kvlt ov blasts

Are you sure this is Purgatory?

A map of your existence.

Thy riff will be done.

Tom stands undefeated

Where's Carrie?

The Number of Drums Looks Like Twelve.