In a cellar where anxiety and blind confidence collide, desperate sounds are set to flame. Marshall law screams out shallow skulls propulsed by human error. Walls of white wash marbled black. This is the freedom as a captive of sin. There's no future here so let it burn us clean.
April 26, 2014
Hot times ahead...studio time booked for our next record, lots of tour dates in the works and screaming riffs comin at you. Ridin high!