Offcuts

Flesh projecting, Luceferionic cacophony inspired by the brutality of nature and the futility of resisting natural desire. Come to the forest, be sacrificed to the animals, hear the sound of the bestial children riding crippled unicorns with broken rusted horns. A black cloud of flies hums in our wake, they dwell in faeces then your wounds. We formed in Brighton. Child beggeting and gutter-snipping followed. We will rupture your vital organs, make your ears explode and set your feet on fire.