swallow, swallow, like there’s no tomorrow. Get your mass injection set. Because no one ever shoved you back. No need for a counterattack. So cross your t’s, dot your i’s. Always on the beat, dehumanized. It’s like your eyes, always bleak. Every single day is like a losing streak. I’d rather die on the streets than to sit right up at your anesthetizing and benumbing job. Don’t govern us, we’ll take our own command. stick out the left, and we’ll ask for the other hand. Never brake. Never cut it. Never stop. Never shut it. Never sleep. Never close an eye. Never rest. Never ever die. With broken hands and battered wings we lay to rest the foul things. Anxiety is what they breathe. Disseminating the stench. Burn the old, wreck your TV’s, go out on the streets and destroy the concrete. Break the chains, turn up the gain. Get rid of your pain. Cut the rope that keeps us down. Shave the brows that always frown. Burn the cyst that always pains. Give them eyes when the blind man reigns.
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren
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
Just a beautiful jazzy rap album with buttery smooth flows versed with huge talent. It's not only lovely to the ears, but the lyrics are profound and empowering about the struggles that she faces. zhangtastic