Do you need music to sit in an abandoned crack house and cry to?
Did the shadow man come to you in your sleep last night and pin you to your bed and whisper ancient secrets about Heaven and Hell to you in Aramaic?
Can you turn your head completely around like an owl and sometimes fuck yourself with a crucifix?
If you answered yes to any of these, you need to hear PARIAH CAREY.
Electronic music generally isn't my thing, but PARIAH CAREY (aka Jheri) has turned it into a ritualistic slaughter house of minimal creaks and groans.
It makes me feel like I need to open my Bible before I go to bed.
Give this a listen, but keep looking behind you to make sure Cerberus isn't about to fuck your shit up.