LASHBLOOD, influenced by the likes of Sartre and Burgess, dives into the grey, nauseous apathy of the urban socium. Offering a bit of an avantgarde approach to the genre, the band freely utilizes saxophone and clean, sorrowful vocals, which reach the apotheosis on "Gospel Of Death". All this routine, this meaningless emptiness of the ever-repeating cycles.... It lives within all of us and drags us deeper and deeper through the helix of the mundane existence. Verily, it is Death reaching for us from beyond the veil of illusion, can you see her bony hand?