Thursday, February 4, 2010


Sometimes I feel just like Carrie White. They've all conspired against me, I'm covered in pig's blood, I'm the joke of the century, and they're all gonna pay. The difference between myself and miss White is that I'm not at the prom, and I am able to eventually take a step back from my initial strong reaction, and hop on the longboat to contrition city.

(I hope you can all deal with the seemingly agonized, protracted silences between the very short, noise and black metal-crust tunes, as they are designed to be like palate cleansers between free samples at the supermarket, and also because they're not going away. I've been doing this long enough, that my "skillz" are what they are, PLUS I'VE GOT A LOT ON MY MIND.)

Vulnavia has served Phibes the madman faithfully—she is very young and beautiful, and does not deserve the fate she is about receive—well, perhaps she does. In any case, she wears a smashing hat, carries a mean axe, and with a single click can take you the playlist and audio archive of last night's horrorcast™—get in before the acid bath hits.

Starring High On Fire, Esoteric, Mutiilation, T.O.M.B., Creeplings and Saints.

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