you watch it. braindead on fucking TV. look for the best dressed of the year, ignore senseless inhumanity. keep clicking day after fucking day. reality is now a storyline, a final vote, plastic surgery. and it get’s harder to find. just another excuse for you to stay inside, you’re never getting out. i’m looking for answers, channel’s got nothing to give. with a blindfold on is how they let you live. keep searching, something you’ll never find. five seconds on how africa just went a lost a million lives. you watch it. it’s on your fucking TV. a slave to lies, a slave to candy coated situation documentaries. then it comes down right back to the start. i watched you change the channel, and then you crossed your arms. meanwhile, back in LA. there’s more the life than this, and you’re sitting down, the minute hand goes round and round. another hour in a dormant state. please dear, let the dinner wait. and now it seems like every day there’s less and less to say. things pile up to do. it’s up to you. there’s nothing you can do. you try, but it’s too late.
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This entire album rips. I've had this on repeated play several times since it came out. I wish I had heard it a week earlier when they played in Boston. One of my fav albums in this genre period. slimes
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
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