What am I to say?
What do we hold so dearly?
Is it the paths we’re given
That shape the light we hold?
We ache for words less hollow. I am here today.
This still shakes me right to the bone
We lived to hold each other up
We lived for words scratched in blood
To care, to learn, to fight for our true love
We are the orphans of the world, burning on the doorstep
supported by 11 fans who also own “Burning on the Doorstep”
Ce disque me rappelle les Rage against the machine, fatalement. Mais la musique me plaît davantage, car plus hardcore. Il y a du riff pour des mois. gregory duveau
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019