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The battle on the burned-out plain has lasted so long no one recalls whose side they're on or what the sides even are. All the weapons are broken, and all the armor, rusting. And when night falls and the last torch finally goes out, everyone collapses together in a filthy heap. Deferent Golgi
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Beyond the creeping lichen and musty smells of cave drip, our doom awaits, but around what corner and under which rock will it eventually overtake us? Devilish live drone about dark and untraveled depths. sjöhäxan
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I wish I had something classier to say about this album but the fact is that the hyper-distorted synths and oppressive atmosphere make my lizard brain happy and that's all I can say about it. hattiehats
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Totally charming dungeon synth.
The hypnotic rambling haze has the slightest tinge of grooviness to it, and I for one am content to sit here by the fireside, toke the pipe, and explore the funk brought on by Goblin Bonfire.
A touch more dark ambient but continuing that funky goblin tone, Spitting Green Gems' eerie twang of the banjo is accompanied by similar hypnotic rhythm and groovy style brought on by the goblin funk.
It seems goblins can make dungeon synth too, in their own funky way. old_skeleton