Precambrian

The Ocean's oftentimes deeply convoluted compositions sweep across dismal landscapes shaped by faceless modern architecture and symbols of power looming large on all horizons, tearing up the asphalt of our citie's streets with berserk drum attacks, at times pausing for a minatorial instant, granting the battered listener a short moment to breath in the foul odor of panic, before winding up again, with deafening noise and sparks flying all across the stage, into the black city night's skies. epi.