Everything’s a competition, Cultured since youth
Comparison and jealousy, the human truth
There’s always another status climb, this is me in my Prime
Often I think about this desperate state
I’m just same as the imperfect filth I emulate
We crave perfection, but all we spread is rejection
Trust nothing, Life is untrue
“Things get better” Show me proof
All I know is emptiness
You’ll die alone like the rest
This is your steady decline, this is your prime
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016