Patience
Never tasted so good
I think I bit off more than I should have
I keep crying out for more
Except I don’t even know what I keep crying out for
The answer’s hanging there in the balance
Of love, of pain, and despair
And callous
It’s no wonder why it hurts so much
Great things come from patience, not luck
I’m bleeding love from my
My body’s shift in tide
The mind follows close behind
It’s alright to feel alright
I’m tired of all the forced attempts I
There’s no need to chalk it up
Some things just aren’t what they seem
No matter how much I’d like
I’m learning now
How valuable, and delicate, and sensitive
This existence is
I’m learning now
How valuable
Life is so fragile
Time is so fragile
Under a spell
enchanted for
Longer than I could have ever hoped for
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