I was an extra on the wild bunch
I wailed for days in the hot sun
Oh the blood, tomato sauce
Learning how to die
Feeling sick the entire time
In dust it showed our true emotion
Carcass burnt, true devotion
to millions millions millions millions millions
Ants, buzzards, dads chewin
Their ribs their ribs
stair speakers to the sky
Conception of the soul
Well, I don’t know.. I don’t know
I try to hold on..to it
Dissipates like smoke
Lonely, lonely smoke
A glimmering hammer in the dark
A chameleon examines all things
The colors it adapts from you are ugly
Freedom in molasses, baby!
It runs, it runs
Our hearts decay in rafters, baby..
..A single tear falls from the swollen eye of the man in the moon and basques the world in the sweetest blue
supported by 32 fans who also own “Peckinpah Leather Crackle”
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