Cvlt Nation reviews Manégarmr
In many ways I am reminded of how, one sweltering summer, a deer got hit by a car and crawled into the woods behind my house to die. We waited a whole week as it rotted, until the stench became too overwhelming, and we went out back to cover it in lime. Much like Mánégarmr, it was putrid, sad, and intensely visceral, but nonetheless I can’t shake it. And in the filthy style Hessian plays, that’s a big compliment.
