Hockey Hill - Limbo (Video)

The bat right out of hell that is Hockey Hill is back for a baptism of blood in the red room visuals for his latest "Limbo" with life, though his vampiric subtleties as he's oozing out each line so eerily like droplets from a damp cave. There's something portending over him as the floor is opening up from below; his cackles only further the daunting overtones that are slowly immolating you as he attempts to drown the bedlam that has taken over his mind due to past traumas. It's bleeding their way back into his psyche. It's almost like he's speaking to us from a state of purgatory; he hears the judgments & is here to serve back penance.

Addiction, failure & disease had once plagued his life. Still, he persevered a lot that he wouldn't be able to endure even a modicum of either, which automatically separates the wheat from the chaff. Many people love to talk about "oh, I got demons" like it's a fucking game. Still, they don't even know the half of it; remember what Blues said, "They screaming demons. Still, this shit for real" Hockey reiterates that same sentiment here with a bloodthirsty ambiance that will surely shiver the spines of any naysayers who thought they could tiptoe their way around Cthulhu.

Hockey is as inclement as they come & they don't come often; how lightly he treads over the thinnest of ice is frostbitten in itself. He's not here for your cold comfort whenever it feels like death warmed over; that's enough for him. You're just left to pale at the notion of what's about to be breathed from out those paraffin-painted gills of his as he peels the layers back to reveal the whitest sepulcher mortal eyes have ever been subjected to witness, but yet, you still think you know him like that. Still, you have no earthly idea; your nods are as good as a wink to a blind horse & heads will roll once Sleepy Hollow becomes a shell of himself.