Dirty hands, blistered feet, playing in the sun but now we’re feeling the heat. Summer in the suburbs, safe and sound, knowing what it’s like: nostalgia brings us down. Nostalgia burns. We’ve roamed the streets, always out of luck. The glory days, but now we’re sobering up. Scraped our knees on the barren ground. It’s only skin, but nostalgia keeps us down. Yet we still raise our fists to the heedless skies. We piss on god, our ethos never dies. Nostalgia burns. Nostalgia hurts. Nostalgia flirts. Nostalgia fucks us up.
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