Break the fingers of the hands that dealt. Pull off the nails, make sure it felt the grief and the pain of being stuck here in misery lane. Call us stubborn, call us closer to death. Yet don’t we all retch at our nicotine breath? The violence in our heads never seemed to discharge the questioning. With both feet on the ground, we keep the gods where they can be found: nowhere.
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