A powerful single that splits atoms with cold blade from some legendary weighside. Electrical socket waterpuddle dungeon where spirits recite unforgettable Ginsberg while bitting fingernails with iron door blood taste, graves overflow with ectoplasmic self portraits, and warm ink...
Father Murphy( a favorite of mine) spiral through such true human complex that takes place, as well as form in early flesh statue creations on fever borders across chest, and ribs of the 1932 heart palpatations. Breathing along with this track '(Croce') is nothing short of a free fall from Christs eyelash blinking bed time stories sleeping heavy eyes that dont blink but twice...
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