I drift off into the sunlight, aching for relief.
I fall into the sheets but I cannot fall asleep.
I drown out the silence, but I cannot find my home.
I claw at the sky but the heavens cannot hear me scream alone.
And it never fucking changes.
You fade into me, a familiar face but unrecognized.
You tear at the seams as the breath leaves my body.
Dig it as far as it will go, for this is now my home.
I’m lost again, with only one place left to go.
There’s no fucking hope.
I call out for you.
Call out for you to fucking save me.
As it takes it’s final form, and chokes me in.
The fate of my hatred and everlasting pain takes control and does me in like a knife to the throat.
Ignorant in the best way hardcore-influenced death metal for those who like to windmill in a cloud of smoke. So good even this straight edge kid could be enticed. If you liked the attitude of the first Tony Danza Tapdance Extravaganza album, come see this. Shoutout to Aftershock reviews for the introduction. Luke
The metal’s band revelatory new record crosses genres and styles, effortlessly combining seemingly incompatible subgenres. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 26, 2024
Botch is the offspring you would get if Agnostic Front and Meshuggah had consensual sex without contraception. It hits you like a king hit from a mugger and grabs hold of ears like a lesbian mid climax. I am still coming to grips with the fact that I only recently discovered them. nord3276