In the great Canadian spirit of loss and heart ache, from the west coast melting pot of shit and failure; in a country based on terrifying distance and lonesome, stoic suffering comes this noise. Violent like a cancer, an assault on anything that is good in the world.
A heartfelt repulsion towards anything that could bring pleasure, because with happiness we suffer truly – the wanting of more. Gluttons! Pigs to the trough! Lead us to treachery! Lead us to solitude!