The wintered city wakes up from the vile of despair; where once there was ascension in our hearts, there’s only a tear of parts: The symphony of existential wails… Tell me another story, love. The one about the man who couldn’t take it… Just so. And like the hurt that made you, there’s a thousand on the line; the metro is a factory for terror and design. I can’t make it, alone. Cold wires cross the wasteland, grey cement encircles bone. I’ve cried out for an island, but fruitless is the wish beyond the pale… Tell me a tale! In another land, where once simple lives were forming… The valleys, lost, the rarely wafted; idyllic crofts, and verdant volumes… The life… The life… The lie!
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
Its exquisite sense of order parallels that of a physical theory. Science is the organization of our knowledge in such a way as to command more of nature's hidden potential. Likewise do these notes command our coldbeats in step with our heartbeats. The Human Remains