Torn between, between love, love & hate.
I had love in my hands,
Now, it's too late.
Put it to, fucking put it to sleep.
And bury, bury it's soul six feet deep.
Suffer the consequences.
But I won't wollow in the darkness,
I'll come back through the fucking flames.
And I'll crush everything in my path,
To rid of your fucking name.
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