Hot Holy Roman Fuckfest, Batman. Vocals have finally begun.

It’s been a hell of a few months. From the unending colds/flus from hell, to some client garbage that had me concerned I might be losing my steady paycheck, then some subsequent job-site hopping and a tonal turnaround with the potential for real-life career growth. Fuckin’ roller coaster, but we’re moving.

If you’ve been following me for any length of time, I think you’re going to be pleasantly surprised with the vocals on this album. I’ve really tried to move past the contraints of my comfort zone, and while I’m still not where I’d like to be, I’m not where I was.

I’m not going to say this is going to go quickly, because that Red Light Syndrome I’ve talked about curb-stomps me extra hard when it comes to laying down vocals, but this is the home stretch.