Push and push, you'll just wear yourself out
Your head in the clouds, your feet not on the ground
No enjoyment, just a means to an end
It's been written in books, it's been written in the sands
Your buddies ain't your buddies, not this time
Because the way you go, you're on a steady decline
No remorse, no ounce of mercy for you
Nothing angers me more than the things you do
You're going nowhere except to an early grave
You're in the fucking dirt digging down into the ground
Contorted visions are plaguing your mind
But you're not getting away, not this time
Society's shame, rats feeding like man/
I don't give a damn about your fucking plan
You're above your station
Need bringing down a notch
You are no better than me
So why is it so hard for you to fucking see?
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
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