rock hound

Yes, it was a fairly disappointing year in music—one devoid of Goth teen prodigies, Yeezy, and galvanizing rock anthems.

The offspring of the ungodly shall not bring forth many branches, and make a noise as unclean roots upon the top of a rock.

He frowned, and bent his head, and his long hair fell over his face, while the poor Stuttgardter sat there like a beaten hound.

There lay Bob Rock, covered with blood, and apparently insensible.

Death comes in, the bread at the feast turns black, the hound falls down—and so on.

When she heard it there came before her imagination the figure of a man standing beside a desolate rock on the seashore.