The pyre’s altering, the voices calling out. The leavening of angels, the clearest way toward waking up… The fire’s breaking out, and I can’t wait to see its light… The smoldering of ashes, the flickering on silhouettes. The voices carry through the night, a tripling disarraying blight… The fire is breaking out, and I can’t wait to see its light! The time is passing, the time is now – the time is passing, our time is out…. The ashes snapping, loud; the teething terror, crackling. What wills are wasted, lost; revoke the awful cost… The time is ticking out… The time is here, and now!
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
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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