Shroud Eater’s New Single, “Tempest,” Is Not a Wet Maelstrom of Disease but Rather a New Age Colonic
This was originally slated to open with a paragraph comparing boring seafood and snobby food-shoppers to the sheer awesomeness of one of our favorite local outfits. Needless to say, the steadier thinking of the County Grind sheriffs prevailed, like they sometimes do over their intoxicated bloggers. But I’m happy to…