Passed time with shutting eyes
Feel the strain in my voice
With were truer words to offer
Biting tongues proves easier
Beg forgiveness the impurity cleanse
Attempted purge this dry-heave guilt
Coughing up my teeth at your feet
This bittersweet reluctance
This is imperfection at its finest
Choke the sky, grab at my throat
I will endure/I embody pain.
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022