Consumed by hate when hope wont inspire. Im sick of waking to know ive lost. The crashing waves break at my feet in salt and smoke to eyes that burn. The sun beats down on me. But where is truth in the rays? I’m not captivated. I close my mind. I cant find the spirit in my life. I am sick of days I didn’t win. Sick of hardwood floors and facedown failures. I want to feel again. I want to strive again. Beyond the pain, beyond the hate, there’s no flame left in me. Take me back to carelessness before i reminisce and dream too deep
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