Whorelike hound from hell incarnadine, Reeking sweatish ooze from cancered glands. Slithering slowly through the murky slime. Reaching up your broken twisted hands, Be warned, that I aware your sad birth, In ages past destroyed the peace of man, Now see at last your mortal birth in me, And know I have been servant to your plan. Dear God, bring Grace, light out this beast in me, This thing that snakes and crawls and sees no day. To death bring life, destroy the awful glee, Of pagan lusting brute with one bright ray, One small gleam of hope that somehow I May comprehend the message of the sky.
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019
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
A necessary reissue of everything venerated hardcore band Angel Hair ever released, with breakneck time signatures that turn on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024