Heresy! From the mouths of the young lungs their blades are dull but they tread on sacred ground and the coyotes howl when they come in the night they won’t leave a trace just like a dream where you can’t make out the face I gave my all was it enough and the ashes fall like snow ceremonial when they come for us we’ll know cast out into the night into the deep dark black where the shadows cast on a relic made out of driftwood and bone worship it til the river washes it all away
The post-hardcore band’s latest is a reflection on time, memory, death, and grief—and is their dreamiest material to date. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 22, 2019
A post-hardcore megalith from the UK: churning guitars, spacey arrangements, and explosive vocals both screamed and sung. Bandcamp New & Notable May 8, 2019