Fattened cattle stuffed with grains know not the value of nourishment. Joints buckle beneath their weight, broken bodies, absent wills. There is no light in this tunnel. Blind, numb, deaf, dumb. Domestic mammals bred for submission want not for freedom, seek no redemption. Beaten, broken, fucked, left for dead. Lord crom take me into the deep dark sleep forever. No dreams, no more lessons, burning of flesh, breaking of bones. Too much knowledge for gods, too much freedom for men. As we burn we pray to our gods "crom how could you?" "Now you reap what you have wrought. A red giant from our humble sun. Expand, consume. A thriving speck of shit, wiped clean, back to dust. Burned, returned from whence we came, all record gone for good. Everything burns, you are no exception. Feed on each other, frightened and hiding, consuming and taking, rewarded for your desperation."
Deaf Club eschew their usual harsh grind MO for moodier textures on this Killing Joke cover, benefiting Fair Fight through 1/4/2021. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 22, 2020
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024