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Buried At Sea |
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you think of Buried At Sea, it gives you the impression of a dead
body (of course) being thrown over board that proceeds to sink into the
unfathomed reaches of the ocean floor. As it sinks, the pressure from the
depths starts to get heavier and heavier, cause the body to implode and
then be eaten by creatures never seen before the eyes of man. How do these
creatures survive with no light, the intense crushing pressure and
coldness? Who the fuck knows? All I know is that is what this CD reminds
me of. The raging thunder factor of an avalanche on pause. Hit that pause
button and lets take a trip through the of raging doom brigade known as
Buried At Sea. And fuck the life preservers, I want to see what these
creatures look like. What? What do mean the pressure will kill me before I
see them? Aw nuts. Fucking fatalists take the fucking fun out of
everything, don't they? Think of Yob in a bad mood. Think of Godzilla on
Quaaludes. Think of some bitchy scene queen with a bad Betty Page
haircut finding out that her cocaine connection just left town. Combine
all three of these at once. That's a lot of air being moved and I'm loving
every minute of it. Doom on!______________________________________________________ |
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-Greg Dellaria |