TROJAN HORSE-DIRECTIONLESS..I’M DROWNING IN A BOTTOMLESS PIT. NOTHING SEEMS RIGHT, NOTHING SEEMS FAIR. I LOOK INSIDE, BUT THERE’S NO ONE THERE.. SICK TO MY STOMACH, IT’S AGONY, HAUNTED BY WHAT I WISH I COULD BE...AH HELL I’LL BE AN ABSENTEE BEFORE I GIVE UP MY CHOICE, THAT’S JUST NOT ME. YOU TELL ME WHAT TO DO, AND CALL IT “AGENCY”. HANG ME ON A CROSS JUST FOR BEING ME. YOU, YOU CAN’T FIND DIVINITY IN A SUIT AND A TIE. AND YOU CAN’T FIND SALVATION IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE. WRITTEN BY THIEVES, BITTIN BY SNAKES IN TREES. BENDING AT THE KNEES, NO ONE SEES YOUR FACE BUT ME.. ANGER FUELS THIS CAVITY THAT’S COLD AND CRUEL. FIST TO THE SKY FITS FOR A FOOL, BUT WHAT AM I? CAN YOU SEE IT IN ME WHAT THEY SEE IN YOU? NO. NO? NO? NO...
Chicagoans craft indomitable hardcore for uncertain times, full of mangled riffs, and larynx-shredding hooks—plus a touch of post-punk. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 13, 2023
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