What felt like 20 days
Still felt the same as nothing
My life’s as incomplete
As incomplete as nothing
What’s left of me but a disguise?
A vessel crafted for demise
I can’t believe I had to die
Anything for love
What a price
Oh, Brian Wells
I never meant to do
The things I did to you
If only I’d have known
The things they’d do to you
I can’t believe they did you in
I never knew of such a plan
Believe me when I say it’s true
That I truly hoped
You’d make it through
I love you
Every empty room
I’ll be there with you
To send a freezing cool
Shiver
And every single day
Around half past two
Remember that
That it starts with you
Oh, Brian Wells
Come home
Quite possibly the most full-on album I've ever listened to. Intense, and then some. 'Digital Tarpit' could describe both the track and the whole album: high-pitched guitar squeals that make your fillings itch coupled with merciless, suffocating heaviness. The Avenell-esque vocals top it off perfectly.
Brilliant - punishing, but brilliant. jim_fuego
Screamo, post-rock, and a little black metal meld together for Virginia quartet Infant Island's signature immersive and melancholy sound. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 28, 2020
This one also took me a while to get into. It strikes me as less HC than Untitled and less poppy than Ultrapop (stupid I know). Let's call this the No Wave record. Its musical (and amusical) density is matching the persistent sound in my head right now. barnaby nygren