Fog of breath from a sick dog
An empty brain won’t sleep tonight
Feel us feel free
Nothing new left without
Help us stay as sterile as sand as face drags down a cracked runway
To know the end and then again to know the end and when
we’re all in touch with all reason
We feed the light until our dead skin blows apart with all (its) frantic glee
In a rowed collage (an) explosion of gore we leave from now
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This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren
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