You’ve got us pressed with our backs against the wall
ain’t this madness? Ain’t this wrong? Ain’t it wrong!
when every disrespect was rejected or condemned
So your disbelieves and misjudgement strike us hard, in our hearts
You’ve got to come to terms with your own self and realize, ain’t it hard
You victimize!
And we’re no different, unless you’re acting like you are
Why this efford? Why this war? Why this war!
and your aching heart is filled with discontent
Your heart is filled with discontent
the only shadow that falls over you is your own
Nothing tastes worse, nothing tastes worse then the bitterness of contempt
And nothing feels, nothing feels better then looking past our differences
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024