The wall. What we want.
To our backs, in the courtyard.
Not what we feel, but what we need.
It's not decided when we bleed
out a canvas that documents harbored thoughts in cement.
Breathe it all. Sister Chance and Cold War.
Separate beings.
For the first time, you are vulgar to me.
But I can't be what you've built me to be.
Sailors will hold their breath in a house that manifests a life lived best.
We're all compliant hostages.
I've thought it pragmatic of you to reduce us to stutter.
Separate beings.
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