You might mistake Missouri quartet, Gravehuffer, for a band that write music for conscience-plagued necrophiles. They don’t, but their crusty death-grind noise experiment is too ugly for punk, too abstract…
You might mistake Missouri quartet, Gravehuffer, for a band that write music for conscience-plagued necrophiles. They don’t, but their crusty death-grind noise experiment is too ugly for punk, too abstract…