Over think
Out of sync
I’m afraid of everything
I’m puking in
A crowded hall
splatter smell of alcohol
There are two types of people you say
Sound leaves
your lips move
lost in February
lost in March
oh, I miss days of exchanging smirks in church,
money laundering in moscow.
but hey, Panama
I think of South America
I think about you
Didn’t it make sense that we didn’t make sense?
The light fades from your eyes
They must think we’re just another exhibit
A show
They don’t know the half of it
Bells ring from somewhere far away
Resonating through me memories
They gather round
We grow cold together
Never to grow old together
In this moment we are forever
supported by 32 fans who also own “How to Force Feed Your Children And Friends All of Your Failed Ideas in 10 Decayed Steps”
Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020