The sidings melted off my house from a fire in the summer
windows bashed out shattered like the teeth of a prize fighter
how am i suppose to cope with crippling debt and chemical imbalances
when my own homes become the monument to all my greatest failures.
I'm kicking dust in my perspective so i dont feel a thing
the ache of a thankless job no resolutions to be made
I'm well aware everybodys got their problems dont remind me
but there's this aching in my chest, endless flailing of limbs.
I'm drowning
Now I'm fucking helpless
I want to scream out loud
but it's not the time
my final gasps are leaving
room for me to breathe
Im stronger than this
"Everything i touch just breaks"
"well hey kid thats your life"
I wish I'd take a dose of my own advice sometimes
my mind keeps pacing endless corridors ill call regrets
you can do anything and nothing
in due time
Think about this: How many bands have a bagpiper playing lead guitar parts? Not Dropkick, not The Pogues. These guys, on the other hand, do and make it sound kick ass with a drunken Canadian swagger. Fires in Japan
Probably the best punk album, as in first listen, repeat listens, as well as the best crafting of a punk album, I've heard in recent years. Osker was my favorite as a kid, as Banner Pilot is mine now. Fires in Japan
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