“Remove the black veil that hides you from the world. Reality bites at your flesh like a remorseless hound. A lattice work of repressed emotions and hidden trauma smoulders with impotent rage. Declawed and neutered by one another. Servile and scraping, begging to be bound, praying for punishment. A blind, wriggling mass of bodies, devouring its host.”
‘If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on a human face—forever.’ – G.O.
Concrete Mascara return with a new album of mouldering resentment, damaged electronics and strangled declarations of disease.”