All is quiet, except for this song.
So maybe while I’m not together I can feel like I’m not alone.
Somewhere off in the distance rapidly advancing is an onslaught of sorts.
Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory and the lions in their cages roar in a memory of flight.
There is a joy, a joy in all I can see. There is a joy, in every possibility.
All around us is a great great failing.
American rockets red glare in a most disgusting triumph.
In passing I am asked do you believe in a god?
I shrug off the answer, continue to get high.
In this terror of no explanation I am looking for a faith, my panic is an only reason.
There is a joy, a joy in all I can see. There is a joy, in every possibility.
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