$150 Worth Of Tarantulas
As chilled air, refreshes me, I feel hands on my lungs begin to squeeze. Let down by every breath, I'm forced to exhale,
start again. Without fail I'm left empty, but my heart keeps beating. Oh, I keep breathing. Keep wanting, keep taking,
keep needing This is what life means to me: live, love, work, fuck, eat, and sleep. There's got to be something more-
to all of this.There has got to be, something more to life.
supported by 12 fans who also own “$150 Worth of Tarantulas”
I was lucky enough to see these kids play at the cd release show for this album in Oklahoma City. They were great and sadly missed. What a short lived scene MySpace Grindcore was... Still the memories remain and Wax Vessel Records is doing an amazing job keeping it alive. eatdogs
Forcefed Horsehead describe themselves as “grindpunk,” and their visceral mesh of extreme metal subgenres heads direct for the pit. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2023
This Jersey crew makes a ferocious mix of guttural grind and heavy hardcore punk, with lyrics aimed square at sociopolitical ills. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2021
supported by 11 fans who also own “$150 Worth of Tarantulas”
Grindcore? Mathcore? Deathcore? It's hard to pinpoint what genre this band was. It's totally unique for its time! Strange and flawed but that's what makes it charming. A caustic experiment that still is inspiring to this day. Edd Childs III