supported by 10 fans who also own “milk, horn, and skin”
Side A: The tide comes in; the tide goes out. That which is shall cease to be, and that which was shall come again. Only impermanence endures. This law of nature applies equally to the leviathan that sports and the ruined city that rots beneath the waves; the sea swallows and restores god and mortal alike. Side B: The deliquescing gray-green creatures gather around the slimy altar. Blasphemous chants slither forth from their throats, summoning our doom. Blackness descends from the heavens. Dave Aftandilian
supported by 10 fans who also own “milk, horn, and skin”
This project has grown on me over time, seeping deeper in every time I listen. It’s disorienting but warm, like waking in someone else’s dream, remembering things that have never happened to us, then finally fading away as if we have never been. Dave Aftandilian