I smell Ninja! The residue of swordplay and secrets mixed with sweat from the war-horses mane. I smell Ninja. I smell hunting dogs, but this ninja doesn't stink. When I'm in battle, I follow my heart. Watch out for my bear claw. I taped it to my foot. A human leg with a bear's foot. Yes! A crazy old scientist that I meet in the future will engineer my mutations. What's his problem? Why's he sitting in the street? Is he weird? Hello! Guess what?!? I can still hear with my mask on, so while you and your sister whisper your little insults, picture me from the knees down!! The human leg with a bear foot.
Track Name: Cave Life
The cave is empty but this expedition isn't over, so unpack your cooker, and start shaving your knuckles. 3 days of food, 6 days of water. When the wolves come, they'll recognize me by my quiet demeanor. They'll approach me casually, acting like they don't know who I am. Hey dog people! Look at these teeth! How's that for suspicious? And I'm prepared to dance all night. I said, don't talk to me while I'm chewin' hide! And don't bother following me either. I already know what they'll say. A she-wolf with dry knuckles is no she-wolf at all. Why won't dirt burn?
Track Name: Parts
8am, light-spinning, dog's howling... Thunder! I walk into the bathroom, kneel down and honk. An eyeball rises to the surface. It stares up at me, puckers its lids, and whistles a beam of light into my stomach.
11am, I wake up face down next to the toilet. Without looking, I reach up and flush. My belly button is covered with some kind of goo. I feel the warmth of the sunlight from the window. Without hesitation, I smash it and jump through.
2pm, I'm breathing fast. Can't stop staring at the sun. Feels like it's getting darker. My stomach is swollen and I can't open my eyes., but I'm seeing something. My fingers look down, as I look up. They bury themselves in the cool dark soil.
8pm, my head is underground. With my back arched, my limbs are like the roots of an alien plant. Only my stomach remains above the earth. I feel it ripping open and suddenly I see the heavens.
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I arbitrarily pan anything condoned by the living ego that is Axl Rosenberg (I'm not being coy, for the record, that dude is nothing short of an abhorrent affront to the face and spirit of metal) and slept on BT for years. Mistake. I won't deny that they're making the most of modern post/atmospheric-black trends, but they do it well, and those vocals are just fucking intense. Obelisk may be a superior album, but this is certainly worth a listen, and the vinyl/T-shirt combo deal was just too good to pass on. Metalsucks sucks, but Black Table are alright in my book. Master of Muppets