They stole the passion that fueled us, stored it deep in the well that our country has become, buried, cold, hollow. We're filling it with the blood of our dreams undone. We're filling it, sooner or later it will overflow. Storm new Bastille. And you'll hear the cries of the homeless, the hanging ropes, below the rooftop. A rope for everyone, but I'll use mine to climb up the well. I will climb up the well til I see light again.
This review is long overdue. This album right here is the album that finally pulled me out of the "commercial" music world and into the world of the raw, experimental, and sincere. An amalgamation of everything I love about post-metal and hardcore taken to a mathy, heavy, ambient extreme. brineryte
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018