LAID UP IN THE DAY
Without the pistil so you got no bee. Like the sweet of watermelon without no seed. Like fireworks discharged fallen into the sea--
we are the modern two-faced unprovoked disease.
Gentle the rats. Where’s the science at? Get the duckling to its mother. Not a chance of watching it smother.
Hang-ups--We are the receiver that’s dangling. False starts--We are the vehicle just idling. Day old cup--We just sit oxidizing, like watching your life a rolling cloud curdling.
Gentle the rats. Where’s the science at? Get the duckling to its mother.
No use watching it smother.
I leach through the sand. Slip through your fingers.
The invisible man with the trail that lingers. We thought we had something to say, only too easily laid up in the day. Asleep in the sun, afraid to witness what premature age we've become.
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024