A Place To Bury Strangers :: Worship

Within the first ten seconds of “Alone” we’re greeted with dive-bombing guitar noise, grenades, mortar shells, and what could be the sound of exploding furniture. These well-placed, beautiful mishaps could easily be focus-group working titles of a few prototype distortion pedals that A Place to Bury Strangers has already tested in front of several lucky Golden Ticket winners during the recording process of their new full-length, and first for Dead Oceans,

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