![]() ![]() What lands in hand is shrapnel shat from a beast too confident for the shadows, a shard of a malevolent destroyer that remains impressive even when its movements lack purpose or reason. With ‘ Celestial Putridity‘ they finally begin to inhabit the greater beast, allowing enough of a serious-faced and thousand-toothed technique driven maw to spit their prior thematic vision’s half-launched detritus unto greater-honed highs. ![]() The trio of fellowes piloting Cleveland, Ohio-launched death metal explorer Inoculation aren’t trying too hard to get out of the volatile region of space they’ve found themselves inhabiting, a cold and frantically surreal state of barbarism which may or may not prove valuable in sojourn. The caged and sterilized animal persists with increasingly neurotic behavior, be it boredom induced fermented bioreactor sludge-chugging or, collecting unstable lifeforms as pets for the sake of companionship. The malaise of climate controlled isolation away from inhospitable realms is bound to leave even the most intrepid explorer drooped in the same old posture over the same old waste evacuation tube, puking whatever green infectious sputum the lacking peristalsis of a weakened gut cannot digest. ![]() “ Don’t give me any of that intelligent life stuff, find me something I can blow up.” Dark Star (1974)
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