Put downs and foul cries,
Every slander and slight,
Does nothing to cure our new age affliction.
Respect and sharp minds,
Will be what kills the alibi,
Welcoming this disingenuous era.
Now I can remember there was a time,
When simplicity, it ruled our lives.
And we knew not of passive communication.
Now tell me when did romance die,
And the conversations for which we strived,
Became nothing more than lit-screen commodity?
And I hope to find a sane place,
Enveloped by the embrace of our passion.
Where my friends will stand here by my side,
With concern, love and pride.
To enjoy the night till out last breath,
No fear or regret.
And these are the days we cannot fear,
To brutal truth we must adhere.
To have pride looking back on,
These wonderful years.
These times, no room for fear.
Put downs and foul cries,
Every slander and slight,
Does nothing to cure our new age affliction.
Respect and sharp minds,
Do not force feed us your lies,
This is the disingenuous era.
Now my friends will stand here by my side,
No reason to fucking hide.
We are a gang you cannot best,
And this is all that we have left.
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
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023
A new track from this tough-as-nails Boston hardcore outfit has some words for men who would dehumanize women in the scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2018
Brutal, battering industrial music from this Austin, TX, group rolls in like a thundercloud—pitch-black and threatening. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 8, 2016