Andrew Fletcher
Every time I listen to this album I feel the need to roll D100 against Intelligence and then Sanity and then Charisma and then Strength. I usually fail and end up listening to it again.
Favorite track: Lord and Lady Stone Gnome Are to Expire.
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A foreboding black-doom metal dirge, meditating on a dark world caked in ash, resulting from all the Earth’s nuclear arsenal detonating at once. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jun 14, 2018