What can I say?
My mind radiates electric fog
That induces itself into a state
Of rolling synapse,
Mounting momentum
The mantle is churning
Ripping open the fragile earth
That keeps the heat
Pressurized
Diseased, nervous eye
Cut slits into its sides slowly
Leaking out
Spits of sulfuric steam
Gaze upon
Gaze upon the calm, invisible center
The crux
The cyclic wash of rejuvenation
Stands unamended
Untested, untried
The luminous minimal synth duo's latest, due in February, is their most carefully constructed and emotionally resonant yet. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 31, 2018
A stellar cast of artists put their own shadowy spins on recent Bestial Mouths material—toward the goth club floor or into pure noise. Bandcamp New & Notable May 11, 2021