Thirteen songs in twenty two minutes? Punk sludge hardcore delivered in such short blasts can only mean mangled guitars, discordant riffs and raucous chords, a clunky bass tone angrily gnawing away at the low end, a tsunami of drums and cymbal crashes that won't die no matter how hard they get hit, and a vocal that screams, shouts and shrieks from the core of its owners existence. Every second of Every Tongue Shall Caress is agony. The Love Below are of the "If you don't get it, just fuck off" school of thought, their acerbic rants lash out without apology or mercy against everything from fascism to vapid consumerism to religious bigotry and the fact that there is nothing that cannot be bought or corrupted. If you don't get it…
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Thirteen songs in twenty two minutes? Punk sludge hardcore delivered in such short blasts can only mean mangled guitars, discordant riffs and raucous chords, a clunky bass tone angrily gnawing away at the low end, a tsunami of drums and cymbal crashes that won't die no matter how hard they get hit, and a vocal that screams, shouts and shrieks from the core of its owners existence. Every second of Every Tongue Shall Caress is agony. The Love Below are of the "If you don't get it, just fuck off" school of thought, their acerbic rants lash out without apology or mercy against everything from fascism to vapid consumerism to religious bigotry and the fact that there is nothing that cannot be bought or corrupted. If you don't get it…
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