There's nothing more to see
There is no more to me
Except a fucking joke
And a white collar dream
These lasting thoughts could fit in a forty ounce bottle
This tragic model could swallow me whole
I'm done being a fiend
Demons reaching deep
The Devil's on my back
Or if not he better be
Late to the party
Scaling the ladder
Swallowing pride that's served on a platter
Held softly in my hands
Delicately laced plans
Stopped on the way to the place to wait for someone to understand
And until then I'll wait in silence
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
This album is absolutely nuts! All the elements of my favourite bands growing up, into such a tight modern record. Tonne of variety, very consistent in quality, just fuckin awesome. sigthorne