A City Drowned in God's Black Tears
One of the most chaotic records we've heard this year, 'All City Drowned in God's Black Tears' cuts charged, confessional rap with metal, psych-funk, folk and electro.
We're not sure what's more impressive here, the kitchen sink production or Infinity Knives and Brian Ennals' unapologetic bars. They don't leave any stone unturned, scraping the filth from newsfeeds and social media bulletins and riffing sardonically over diggers' DIY experiments. Breakneck footwork trills accompany their terse fuck yous on opening track 'The Iron Wall', while 'Live at the Chinese Buffet' sounds more like a soft-focus sci-fi soundtrack or a cheap 16-bit videogame soundtrack.
If that doesn't do it for you, 'A City Drowning. God's Black Tears' is roomy trad folk before it splits into 'Earth 2'-style doom in the final act, and 'Soft Pack Shorty' sounds like it coulda come from a No Limit mixtape. Are they doing too much? Probably, but it's irresistible.
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One of the most chaotic records we've heard this year, 'All City Drowned in God's Black Tears' cuts charged, confessional rap with metal, psych-funk, folk and electro.
We're not sure what's more impressive here, the kitchen sink production or Infinity Knives and Brian Ennals' unapologetic bars. They don't leave any stone unturned, scraping the filth from newsfeeds and social media bulletins and riffing sardonically over diggers' DIY experiments. Breakneck footwork trills accompany their terse fuck yous on opening track 'The Iron Wall', while 'Live at the Chinese Buffet' sounds more like a soft-focus sci-fi soundtrack or a cheap 16-bit videogame soundtrack.
If that doesn't do it for you, 'A City Drowning. God's Black Tears' is roomy trad folk before it splits into 'Earth 2'-style doom in the final act, and 'Soft Pack Shorty' sounds like it coulda come from a No Limit mixtape. Are they doing too much? Probably, but it's irresistible.
One of the most chaotic records we've heard this year, 'All City Drowned in God's Black Tears' cuts charged, confessional rap with metal, psych-funk, folk and electro.
We're not sure what's more impressive here, the kitchen sink production or Infinity Knives and Brian Ennals' unapologetic bars. They don't leave any stone unturned, scraping the filth from newsfeeds and social media bulletins and riffing sardonically over diggers' DIY experiments. Breakneck footwork trills accompany their terse fuck yous on opening track 'The Iron Wall', while 'Live at the Chinese Buffet' sounds more like a soft-focus sci-fi soundtrack or a cheap 16-bit videogame soundtrack.
If that doesn't do it for you, 'A City Drowning. God's Black Tears' is roomy trad folk before it splits into 'Earth 2'-style doom in the final act, and 'Soft Pack Shorty' sounds like it coulda come from a No Limit mixtape. Are they doing too much? Probably, but it's irresistible.
One of the most chaotic records we've heard this year, 'All City Drowned in God's Black Tears' cuts charged, confessional rap with metal, psych-funk, folk and electro.
We're not sure what's more impressive here, the kitchen sink production or Infinity Knives and Brian Ennals' unapologetic bars. They don't leave any stone unturned, scraping the filth from newsfeeds and social media bulletins and riffing sardonically over diggers' DIY experiments. Breakneck footwork trills accompany their terse fuck yous on opening track 'The Iron Wall', while 'Live at the Chinese Buffet' sounds more like a soft-focus sci-fi soundtrack or a cheap 16-bit videogame soundtrack.
If that doesn't do it for you, 'A City Drowning. God's Black Tears' is roomy trad folk before it splits into 'Earth 2'-style doom in the final act, and 'Soft Pack Shorty' sounds like it coulda come from a No Limit mixtape. Are they doing too much? Probably, but it's irresistible.
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One of the most chaotic records we've heard this year, 'All City Drowned in God's Black Tears' cuts charged, confessional rap with metal, psych-funk, folk and electro.
We're not sure what's more impressive here, the kitchen sink production or Infinity Knives and Brian Ennals' unapologetic bars. They don't leave any stone unturned, scraping the filth from newsfeeds and social media bulletins and riffing sardonically over diggers' DIY experiments. Breakneck footwork trills accompany their terse fuck yous on opening track 'The Iron Wall', while 'Live at the Chinese Buffet' sounds more like a soft-focus sci-fi soundtrack or a cheap 16-bit videogame soundtrack.
If that doesn't do it for you, 'A City Drowning. God's Black Tears' is roomy trad folk before it splits into 'Earth 2'-style doom in the final act, and 'Soft Pack Shorty' sounds like it coulda come from a No Limit mixtape. Are they doing too much? Probably, but it's irresistible.