The sight of concrete is ripping the sky,
Everything gets back to the vicious circle,
The uncertainty that feeds the chaos is greater than you thought,
The weak will never survive the greater force,
Can no longer rest
The age of rat devoured all our hope in stinch,
I cannot see because these fogs are ahead of me.
On their ferocious self-titled debut, the Australian punks pit d-beat percussion against gnarled, metallic melodies. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 3, 2024