With each passing day I realize this world is at its end. Desperate measures taken late. Band aids on a festering wound: a dying elephant in the room. Is this the world we’re crying for? Still we march with burning torches and pitchforks in our hands. A smokescreen as distraction for the danger that is real. We revolt against the ones that don't align with what we feel. A judgement based on DNA, gender, skin and shape. Desperate measures taken late. Band aids on a festering wound: a dying elephant in the room. Is this the world we're dying for? We count the wrongs but not what's right. And call ourselves amongst bright. Our unconditional (in)tolerance is based on equal ignorance. And here we stand on barricades, waging war against ourselves. Our lust for revolution fans the flames that burn it down.
The Brooklyn miscreants dish out six helpings of raw, sinister punk that combine raw energy with metalcore power moves. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 14, 2022
supported by 5 fans who also own “Strange New World”
Just a near perfect blend of old school death metal grit and nasty moshcore like it was produced before it became a huge and regrettable trend. Stijn Van Hees