Gravesend - Verrazzano Floater t-shirt
Regular price $19.99 Save Liquid error (product-template line 117): Computation results to '-Infinity'%Gravesend Verrazzano Floater Tee. Printed on standard tees.
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Gravesend - Logo dad hat
Regular price $24.99 Save Liquid error (product-template line 117): Computation results to '-Infinity'%Gravesend embroidered on a Yupoong Classic strap-back unstructured dad hat.
Gravesend - Logo pin
Regular price $11.99 Save Liquid error (product-template line 117): Computation results to '-Infinity'%2" metal logo pin with black fill. Has 2 backer posts with metal clasps.
Gravesend - Methods Of Human Disposal CD
Regular price $12.99 Save Liquid error (product-template line 117): Computation results to '-Infinity'%1. Fear City 01:30
2. STH-10 01:54
3. Methods Of Human Disposal 01:53
4. Ashen Piles Of The Incinerated 01:59
5. End Of The Line 01:22
6. Subterranean Solitude 01:17
7. Unclaimed Remains 02:14
8. Verrazano Floater 01:17
9. Eye For An Eye 01:54
10. Trinity Burning 02:41
11. Needle Park 01:37
12. Absolute Filth 01:48
13. The Grave's End 01:23
14. Scum Breeds Scum 02:06
15. Concrete Feet 02:04
NYC’s Gravesend arise with ill intent like a foul emanation from the aging sewage filled rot slowly winding its way beneath the city’s vast concrete walls and pavement pathways. A New York of discarded needles, noxious fumes, scavenging rats, broken bottles and cracked minds.
An aural manifesto of urban blight and disgust, “Methods Of Human Disposal” works like a lone killer stalking the streets, internally seething with rage, preparing to cast off the last remnants of restraint. Bear witness to savage Black / Death Metal with a hellish Grindcore fixation, searing warped speeds, and the slowly swelling carnage of a derailed subway pile up.
Like the centuries old cemetery that bears its name, the fetid stench of death and decay permeates Gravesend and the predatory wrath and inhumanity embodied in “Methods Of Human Disposal” holds up a shattered mirror reflecting back the filth and corruption of a New York that never really went away.
