I think the only way to describe this is one guy documenting his own downfall into insanity through music, mainly using a kazoo and channeling his inner goblin. Or he might just be a goblin. It gets real silly at times, so I wouldn’t recommend sitting down and listening straight through. If a song or two pops up in a random playlist, it’s a lot more palatable.

It’s described as a fully improvised post-medieval BLARK metal album from Rushad Eggleston. You know what Rushad, I get you man.