*PRE-ORDER* Moonbeam Terror - Lullaby For Neglect CS (EK Verlag)

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Anjilla Ulfhednar isn't here to moralize or complicate matters. We're all fucked. That's it. That's all there is to it. We are the victims and perpetrators of our own abuse. Our own neglect. Physical. Sexual. Psychological. Generational. An album like this feels more like a collection of evidence. Not true crime bullshit. But the scars inside her eyelids from seeing too much. From not being able to stop. From not wanting to stop. From wanting to self-enucleate. "Considered to be the result of psycho-sexual conflict." That's what the shrinks would say. What else is fucking new? Moonbeam Terror shows all of these internal and external wounds for the whole world to see. Are these hers? Are these yours? That doesn't matter, but these are stories that need to be told. As noise, I hear Prurient's "Pleasure Ground." I hear Puce Mary's "Success." I hear Pornoise. I hear abjection. I hear vulgarities. I hear delusions. I hear broken dreams. I hear it all.