This has been on heavy rotation lately. More punks playing punk deathrock. I can't get enough of this demo. Think Pornography era The Cure played by punks, and you sort of have an idea. These folks take the moody, haunting leading guitar work pioneered by folks like the aforementioned The Cure, and Christian death and execute it seamlessly. At first I thought the drums were too loud in the mix, and now I think they sound perfect, cold and almost hollow. The bass fits in the music perfectly, and doesn't just play along. The vocals are powerful, evocative, the singer howls madly at an insane world.
This is the soundtrack of dark nights in the loneliest parts of your city. The wind blowing through pants full of holes. Inherited memories of a cold war, fear of nuclear fire making twisted metal structures set against a grey sky, fear of theocratic fascism, phantom jackboots on your steps, finding escape in subterranean clubs with other misfits, making beautiful and passionate art in a world gone numb, or mad, or both, because to do anything less, would be to give in to despair.
This is the soundtrack of dark nights in the loneliest parts of your city. The wind blowing through pants full of holes. Inherited memories of a cold war, fear of nuclear fire making twisted metal structures set against a grey sky, fear of theocratic fascism, phantom jackboots on your steps, finding escape in subterranean clubs with other misfits, making beautiful and passionate art in a world gone numb, or mad, or both, because to do anything less, would be to give in to despair.
