i don’t recognize myself
this body disgusts me
just flesh, blood, shit, and piss
i’m a walking disease
yearn to castrate sensation
i deny myself
human animal staring back
I look into its eyes
but there’s nothing there
this hate courses through my blood
its stench on my breath
crawl through this fucking life
waiting for my death
yearn to castrate sensation
i deny myself
human animal defies its nature
i look into its eyes
but there’s nothing left
One of the most unsettling albums i have heard in a while. Chat Pile creates a grotesque blend of noise and groove that brings me back everytime. scarface6204
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
This is the type of album you listen to while cowering in the corner in the fetal position with tears streaming down your face. End Position is abrasive, horrifying, nihilistic, and brilliant. nnpoc.