
Porkyfinger
Swinetropolis
No human hands strummed these riffs. No human voice screamed these words. This is the sound of machines dreaming… and sometimes, their dreams are terrifying. Sometimes they are about butter,…
No human hands strummed these riffs. No human voice screamed these words. This is the sound of machines dreaming… and sometimes, their dreams are terrifying. Sometimes they are about butter,…