NIBIRU
Panspermia
ARGONAUTA
Turin’s hypno-sludge dementors Hulk smash the sanity Matrix
minutes of s opening track, , will definitely sort out the real sonic voyagers from the lightweights. A lacerating squall of feedback, drone and garbled insanities, it demands total surrender long before the drums finally kick in at the five-minute mark. In truth, Nibiru have warned us in advance about exactly how deep into the lysergic abyss they
