EXPERIMENTAL / INDIE / GRUNGE
Screamingly sentient, dumbly delirious, only the gods that were can tell.
A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low.
Beyond the world’s vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness.
And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous instruments from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods, the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is…
Mongrel Country are a beast. sinister and delirium inducing – featuring cacophonous bass, mind-altering interlacing drum beats- courtesy of dueling drummers and contorted, distorted, barbwire tangled guitars – all lead by a bastard choir intent on turning you rabid with the tale of their sins.
WEB:
www.myspace.com/mongrelcountry
www.facebook.com/mongrelcountry
www.triplejunearthed.com/Artists/mongrelcountry
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