black vision
no conception
head spinning
turn out the lights
burn all your photos of us
your hands feel cold around my neck
i wont wait to see tomorrow
i cant see (thumbs in my eyes losing breath)
i wont sleep (voids of nothing creeping in)
my life is in your hands
your blood feels warm against my wrists
your voice is all i have
to cope with it all fading away
its nothing personal
its what ive done
the sparrows whisper
they know im gone
please dont hold your breath
theres nothing left to live for
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
supported by 15 fans who also own “your hands are my noose/reclusiveness is my love language”
Even for this genre the sheer intensity of this album always manages to floor me. Might not be the most unique album under the sun but it doesn't have to be; the performances are tight and ferocious, the songwriting is dynamic and explosive, the production is crushing, it's just all things to a mathcore fan. napalmsatan