Quanto mais você quer melhorar
Mais cai sobre você
Não conseguirá suportar sua consciência
Ela volta sempre à noite
E não te deixa dormir
Sem ela, não há razão para viver assim
As mentiras continuam
Tudo que é dito ou é feito
Não são por acaso ou pura sorte
São apenas planos,
Planos que você constrói
Mas neles não há nada certo
Só destrói a mim, destrói você
Será difícil por um fim...
Não, não pode mudar
Mas não consegue parar...
Destroys you
The more you mean to improve
The more it falls on you
You won't be able to carry the weight of your conscience
It always comes back at night
And wont' let you sleep
Without it there's no reason to live like this
The lies keep going
All that's said or done
Isn't just chance or pure luck
Just plans,
Plans that you construct
But nothing's certain about them
It destroys me, it destroys you
It'll be hard to put an end to it...
All killer, no filler, out to prove that pure 100% proof hardcore punk doesn't have to be generic or boring. Like a modern version of early Youth Brigade, Colera or Battalion Of Saints! Futuro
Opener absolutely rips. Falls into the ranks of tracks like “Dance” by ESG, “Eisbaer” by Grauzone, “Damaged Goods” by Gang of Four or like the album description says Kleenex. This is some really good stuff. Favorite song is the opener but dedicate “Blue” to my friend Blue who lost her life at 22, she would have loved this album. TheBloodofChrist
The Minneapolis band add a horn section, a running surrealist allegory about walls, and an occasional nod to the elegiac to their electroshocked post-punk. Bandcamp Album of the Day Mar 4, 2024