Ah, don’t I like it when the drum beats rumble comfortably about my stomach. Black Metal, dark and ominous, and not from this world. Turn the boomboxes to full blast and rock the walls. That kind of thing.
Never mind the neighbors that will call the police, the National Guard, and the local exorcist to quell this racket from hell. Because, boy, this must sound like something is about to die in the RMR office suite. And so it should, because the 16-minute dish speaks about plagues.
And truly, Sarcoptes1) called their newest blurb Plague Hymns. So … [...] Click to raid more!