Sacred Bones are a blessing. Forthright and malodorously human in all of their output, they hold fast always to consecrated intention. Their two latest releases, Pop. 1280's Imps of Perversion and Destruction Unit's Deep Trip, grow this collection of modern relics. These bands are worthy of pilgrimage, grimy, wife of no bath, pilgrimage.
There is power in repetition; of pulsing currents, of tearing forces, of ink-stained vaults. Pop. 1280 know this well. Pop. 1280 do this well. The world is a nailhouse. There is no land of milk and honey, it is sour and dripping, it strides towards destruction. But we can be more than vapour, we can be together. We can hold each other when we find out what we didn't want to know. We can feel something. We can live by the light we produce for ourselves, drown in the currents of our own humanity and bask in the death throws. Pop. 1280 grip a fascinating nausea, white-knuckled and brilliant in vainglory.
We will never know the world as it really is, but we can know it is sacred. And sometimes we can feel it. Sacred Bones are a blessing. Get your copies here now.