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Ghold Bludgeoning Simulations Vinyl LP White Colour 2025
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Ghold Bludgeoning Simulations Vinyl LP White Colour 2025

Ghold Bludgeoning Simulations Vinyl LP White Colour 2025

Tracklist:

1. Cauterise
2. Lowest
3. Place to Bless a Shadow
4. Fallen Debris
5. Leaves
6. Rude, Awaken

The agency of `Bludgeoning Simulations' unfurls before you as a proboscis - coiled, serpentine and inquisitively searching for a saccharine hit of nectar. Instead, one's taste buds are coated with the worryingly familiar ferric tang of blood. This album denies poetic revery yet delivers a kind of scorched catharsis - ill feeling, malintent and hopelessness are set ablaze and allowed to run free with reckless abandon. One's arms flail as if preaching heresy, one's ears sing with baleful howls, one's eyes become dull, cloudy vessels for half remembered visions of calm.

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Ghold Bludgeoning Simulations Vinyl LP White Colour 2025—

$40.27

$14.09

Ghold Bludgeoning Simulations Vinyl LP White Colour 2025

Tracklist:

1. Cauterise
2. Lowest
3. Place to Bless a Shadow
4. Fallen Debris
5. Leaves
6. Rude, Awaken

The agency of `Bludgeoning Simulations' unfurls before you as a proboscis - coiled, serpentine and inquisitively searching for a saccharine hit of nectar. Instead, one's taste buds are coated with the worryingly familiar ferric tang of blood. This album denies poetic revery yet delivers a kind of scorched catharsis - ill feeling, malintent and hopelessness are set ablaze and allowed to run free with reckless abandon. One's arms flail as if preaching heresy, one's ears sing with baleful howls, one's eyes become dull, cloudy vessels for half remembered visions of calm.

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Tracklist:

1. Cauterise
2. Lowest
3. Place to Bless a Shadow
4. Fallen Debris
5. Leaves
6. Rude, Awaken

The agency of `Bludgeoning Simulations' unfurls before you as a proboscis - coiled, serpentine and inquisitively searching for a saccharine hit of nectar. Instead, one's taste buds are coated with the worryingly familiar ferric tang of blood. This album denies poetic revery yet delivers a kind of scorched catharsis - ill feeling, malintent and hopelessness are set ablaze and allowed to run free with reckless abandon. One's arms flail as if preaching heresy, one's ears sing with baleful howls, one's eyes become dull, cloudy vessels for half remembered visions of calm.