Echoes of reggaeton blowing through a paper wall. I feel my skeleton inside my body start to crawl across the floor, out the door, down the stairs. I want to reconcile distances I cannot cross. I wanna sure-fire certainty that ash and dust can be redeemed, or rebreathe. But I can’t stop from wishing you, absurdities I’d know you’d approve of the gallows humor that gets us by, aggressive tumors that hang us high. A new transparency I didn’t want to see so soon, a surreality that drips into the afternoon, the yellow morning went by so fast. And I throw another day right into the fireplace, that’s bricked-in in this house, my days they go no place but now I can sleep, whoa baby - "perchance to dream".
A new track from this tough-as-nails Boston hardcore outfit has some words for men who would dehumanize women in the scene. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 21, 2018