Just a quick fucking listen to this song post for you today, as my bed is screaming at me to crawl in it. I’ll detail in a future post about my infatuation with Primordial, how I came across them back in 2007 and why I think Alan Averill is one of the greatest vocalists and lyricists to have been spawned. What can I say? The man breathes out talent.
No Grave Deep Enough is an emotion-packed powerhouse of a song on an emotion-packed powerhouse of an album. The vocals – both growled and clean – from 2:08 are the sort that penetrate your bones, never mind your head. And the lyrics, the LYRICS. If you haven’t heard this song before, here’s a taster:
O, Death where are your teeth
That gnaw on the bones of fabled men
O, Death where are your claws
That haul me from the grave
No Grave Deep Enough
I can never get enough of this track, nor Redemption At The Puritan’s Hand as a whole.
– Katie
A Hex On Your Head 