We went with hearts too full to know.
Reveled in destruction and rage,
The home is still faintly burning.
Inside, a couple of kids.
The crying dust. The womb of lust.
Pinks and oranges fall on the rooftops.
The dark and the dampness,
Covering the walls in paper thoughts,
Of gatherings long since passed.
We broke into a billion pieces and finally fell.
The cocoon is hard and protective.
It’s trimmed in the hair I have ripped,
Collected from each creature.
The wing veins in the heart burst through.
Looking at you, I gasp,
But my lungs fill with hopelessness.
Dry, sucked-back pupils.
Immerse myself in the cracking shell.
Thinking of times when the kitchen chair,
Would be my bed (The cocoon).
I hear your voice. Your eyes dart.
Toxic secretions coming out of you,
Like a colorful hostage behind glass.
I strip and enter the last stage.
Countermeasures to race these toxins.
I’m not dreaming.
Formed by veterans of the Italian punk rock scene, Hearts Apart split the difference between chewy power pop and peppy new wave. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2021
Weird and wonky deconstructed post-punk from EXEK is full of changing moods, textures, and all sorts of unexpected sonic surprises. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 10, 2021
Same brilliant theme, same brilliant show goes on! This album is produced more professional and blast parts are more furious and hold more weight. Maybe bit more melodic shredding and bit more technical. Just total fireworks from start to finish. I love these slugs. ALL HAIL THE GREAT MOLLUSCA! 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡