After listening to this my whole existence has been obliterated. Ruinously heavy.
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2 1 I’m always hungry to create something and make something happen. If I could equate it to potential and kinetic energy, I always want to make something kinetic happen, I don’t ever want to be holding something that could be something I would want it to be something. As a person I’ve always felt better confiding in Art and Music, than I have anything else. It’s a sort of a empty place in which I can kind of bare everything. Like I don’t want to create anymore damage in this world, you know? I don’t. The worlds already suicidal, you know? Literally, constantly this earth is trying to purge human beings off of it everyday. I don’t want to hurt anything that I love, or care about or respect in anyway. I just want to give back in what weird ways that I can.
- Jacob Bannon.
If there was ever words to live by as an artist or a creative or a human being in general, I think this would probably be it.
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Todays been a Cold As Life day.
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Wow ….. I can’t wait till Bruno Mars start sporting Boston Strangler t shirts….
This angers me because Chris Brown he clearly has no association with punk/hardcore/thrash and what it represents. To him it seems it’s just an empty fashion statement. More photos of this bullshit HERE.
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Unreal. That’s all I have to say on this album. RIP Basement.
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Todays listening. #converge (Taken with Instagram)
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The best pure hardcore record I’ve heard for a good while.
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Breaking Point demo from way back in 09, CDs are cool because you can do awesome packaging like this. (Taken with Instagram)
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Finding gems on my shelves. Hang the Bastard - Raw Sorcery. (Taken with Instagram)
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I feel like a moron for sleeping on this album for so long, its incredible. So stoked to see them with New Lows in Birmingham now.
“We have each other”
Vulgar fictions of a callow iris.
Purpose is lost.
Heat rises and the foundation looms.
Humidity will swallow the domicile and the ties that bind.
and roots of Earth will consume my home,
under the lonely moon,
and the stars that will never have any memory of us.
The stone will crack,
the windows will splinter under the weight of time.
and as the bed burns,
our tongues and hands will be reclaimed by dirt.
and roots of earth will consume our home
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