The doors opened
Fate rushed before me
As the wall closed down
On the lives of three
Unrecognisable
Bodies crumbled
Drowned from a wave of stone
The weight of greed’s trash heap
This cold harsh wind blows
I set my sails
This cold harsh wind blows
I lift my wings
Breathing gravel
And blinking salty dust
We tore our hands
Throwing off each deadly brick
As sure as hope
As dark as their pooling blood
I’m not the same
Trauma makes change
We’re dead. We’re scared. We’re sick.
But then
A proclamation – “I subsist”
Flashbacks from rubble
One arm clawed through
One last clutch at light
We exist
One fate, One try, One choice – defy
Let go and live
Aggressive, intense, extreme music (punk, hardcore, metal) should be raw and bullshit free, stripped of self-indulgent "mood setting" riffs and arrangements to produce its effect. PUNCH and "They Don't Have to Believe" is a paradigm of this ethos 'par excellence' as they say. _teeth
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