This music is the blackness that is depicted in it's record art. The thick, sludge-like blackness which sticks to you and burns you. This music is dearth and fire, emaciation and immolation.
Around here are the borderlands; bleak, barren and bitter.
This is Sunn o))) and the time is 23:49, I am at home, in my room, at my desk. Safe.
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