The product of misanthropic convergence, Gnaw hate you. Crunching blackened doom spirals out of a stinking, noisy miasma: he’s screaming at you. Uncompromising dissonant malevolence to make winter just that extra bit colder.
Gnaw – This Face (2009)
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