Like a moth drawn to the flame, I'm bound to hope for a brighter day. I can't wait for my sun to shine, reaching for my piece of sky. A rising sun, a budding tree, emerge from the depths. Pushing forward in an endless maze, I need to let go of what I've kept. Kept an unbearable cross, punished by what I've lost, yesterday's pain washed away by waves of new found strength. No path can guide me, I'll carve my way. Fate won't hold my hand today. My destiny is what I choose. I see the storm yet no cold can stop me.
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020
Bluesy protopunk in the great Detroit tradition by the city's own the Stools, with dashes of the Stooges, Negative Approach, and the Gories. Bandcamp New & Notable May 25, 2023
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024