Don’t look me in the eyes,
I’m not there.
You feel phantom connections,
Alone, I float through air.
Losing grip.
Losing grip.
A parasite in my own life,
I coast through days.
Every fucking chance I get,
I throw it away.
Uncompromising New England powerviolence saturated with sludgy riffs, caterwauling grindcore vocals, and satisfying breakdowns. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 1, 2024