I'm throwing chairs and you're assisting me. I'm out for blood and apparently it's my own, but I can take it. I want to be the vice that holds up my head when the sky plots against me and the thunder yells "You're dying," but I know I won't make it. Like a fire alarm found in a burned down house, I still scream for you, I still scream for you, hoping you'll get it. Because there's a cat outside my window and it's stuck in a tree. It's been dead for 23 years but still every morning looks at me and says, "We came here to die." Your mother and your father and the blind boy out in the street, the drunken school bus driver, and the faces they'll never see. We came here to die. Just look at every face around you and watch them start to peel. I'm talking walking right off their skull into a box with no time to kill, just themselves, and your face aint' safe from nothing. It was just yesterday I saw a body floating down the river with no choice but to deliver me a message while catching a wave and it read, "We came here to die."
This band's from Gainesville, FL building a utopia of sweet, hurt good sounds for you and I to move to. You like the shivers? Not from ice cubes but soulful goodness? Well...headbang with feeling! Cattle Drums
This music was written on an uncharted planet (Orange County, NY) and it's gonna really bust open your insides and start a heavy flow of exotic intoxicating feelings! Cattle Drums
The Italian hardcore group’s latest is a powerful, claustrophobic album that rarely lets up its mathy, metallic assault. Bandcamp Album of the Day Feb 6, 2018