A guided finger on a school wall.
Collected fragments I would see in the hall.
Guided tribes of pre-adolescent monsters.
You tell me I'm sexually perverted?
It's a Lack of a line.
Distorted. skewed. Dead.
Death. Fear. Acceptance.
This album is filthy as fuck! It's a reminder of the dirge that's my hometown of NOLA (I live in Seattle, now) and the grimey metal scene that comes from bowels of the city! RONIN KILGANNON feat. INTERLOPER