i walk these paranoid streets alone at night
pounding my fists against bricks
looking for something to fight
but these streets ain't mine
and it's only a matter of time
before the cold grip of death grabs me by the wrist again
his time has passed this bastered flesh is rotting black
my soul slips through the cracks
i pass thru reality's gate as blackest light
head over fist
some sickening clash of future past is this
like a will o the wisp my fingers turn and
burn for this
no rest but for the kiss of death
a rush of fright the wall of flesh is open wide
look in my eyes
caressing the necrotic flesh of the afterlife
broke on the knife
lifeless lips kiss the grips that hold me so tight
indentured to death
these black lungs long for breath
veins pumping mud, lust for blood
Across their second full-length, the London post-punks offer up thrumming motoriks, industrial tones, and sullen sing-a-longs in abundance. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 17, 2024
Balancing hooks and abrasion, the debut from Berlin punks Rouge features springy synths, snappy percussion, and insouciant vocals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 3, 2022
Despite the New Orleans punks' gritty realism, glimmers of hope still manage to peek through, positing that change is actually possible. Bandcamp Album of the Day Nov 9, 2022
when the power of blasted heath passed through my body, i lifted off, bought, but regretted as soon as the next track started playing, because
you cant describe such dirty sounds in terms of money. sick lp! noerchen