You will find, from time to time, that I will comment on a project that is close to the heart of me. Their, his, our goal is one in the same. Many more to come.
In a time of false gods and undeserving canonization, this gives proof that there is still fire in the outside world. There are campfires that still make real smoke. There is still genuine feeling in music. There is still someone with guts left in their body. Written from the soul and played with blood in the mouth, this will get you down deep, let the floodgates up, and grab you where it hurts. Blood in the mouth, blood on the paper, blood pumpin in the veins.
Too much feeling here to deny.
Keep your eyes up.
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