Well I woke up dreaming, the hour of an uneven light, the hero of a thousand fights yields for the broken breath, until the water‘d washed out. Kill those dreams and sold-out souls into a different hold, a piece of hope unto eternal skies, underneath the waking world, well, I’ll make my home. And I know that we feed on fear, and strife is a broken road; it’s all that I can know, and I cope. It feels like something’s gone, but something is not hope. Well I woke up screaming, the hour of a blinding black - the coward of a thousand nights, torn by the torrent’s eye, I couldn’t even speak. We don’t need those silver screens that they’ve sewn in clouds, beneath the blinking of a thousand worlds, none of them who know about us, and our errors… Paved by the spectrum, glowing, paid for by endless questioning; if I could burn the light, bright enough to open. Well I hope, and I know, that I feed my fear - though someday I’ll let go, until the hour of kind repose. Will I know? It seems like something’s lost, but maybe I’ve let go. Well I woke up breathing, rebounding light on speckled glass, the trample of a thousand steps sown by the waking breath - I couldn’t even wait. Reeds and reels are lost and tilled but we fallow few, reaped by amity; upon our yield, we might wake the world, and we’ll all let go… Well I know. Well I know, we’ll let down our fears, and, at last, in a perfect world.
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