Beyond the light that swallows stars, the pulsing siren song disease, there is a plague that swallows souls, makes bodies line these city streets. Fighting for a chance to live to see another day. Drowning in poisons guaranteed to take it all away. Fighting for a chance to die exactly as they’d planned: raw, uncut entanglements in the hollow of their hands. Like dogs cursed to a lifetime of chasing their own tails. Compulsion to destroy the things worth living for prevails. The beggar’s empty outstretched palm. The rich man’s empty, callous soul. Both worthless in each other’s eyes, deserving of each other’s scorn. Why preach and pray to love thy neighbor if you can’t love your fucking self? Keep all your voluntary longings. Choke to death on hoarded wealth. Lack of life and timely death, equally abhorred. Vicious circles praise the fall, equally adored. Squeezing blue blood from a rare and precious stone. Born in filth or born in riches, they die in vain, alone.
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024
A necessary reissue of everything venerated hardcore band Angel Hair ever released, with breakneck time signatures that turn on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024