With our immunities wearing thin,
The desire to cure the ailments begin to take shape.
In a form smaller than our teeth and nails,
We have grown to be paranoid and psychologically addicted.
The men in white have manipulated a generation,
Forcing man to fall - to there knees abandoning their will.
A cure to surrender their minds beneath the blindfolds,
Of this new consumerism breeding waves of cattle.
Make your curious incision on my polluted heart,
To uncover the evil manifested within my mind.
With our hands raised to god,
I plan to turn your world upside down.
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
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020