I am desperate. I'm in need. Survivors teach me. All I do is bleed. By the death above my head and the angels below my feet. Path of wisdom and sources of knowledge I seek. All the hungry hearts of color deep black. Funreals we grieve. But there ain't no coming back. I love you, Sickbed just leave. Let's make out this dyers eve. When we grow older we pray for souls and mourn. What have we done to this world. Now it's gone...come death!
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019
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