I Wipe
the dried taste of ash from my lips
As children we burn and as demons we rise
You reap what you sow
What am I to your eyes?
A bastard without heart, so wretched and cold
or a beast with a broken soul
Well I couldn't care any less
Gutters full of blood and now the drains scab over the mud
Stand in the storm
Kill all the lights
Come burn the sky
Paint it in wildfire
Furious standing
the ultimate prise
To smile, as this world burns
Step into shadow, the dusk reeks of threat
Or stand on the brink staring down in the chasm
Won't smuggle words through lips sown shut in scorn
Instead spew my poison straight down your cursed throat
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
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024