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• Azabache LP (2021) 12" 140 gr. Splatter Edition
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lyrics
El punk ha muerto. Nuestra es la venganza y la resurrección, que va del luto al negro y olvida a media asta cualquier otro color. Devolvednos la cizalla, aún le puede morder el cuello a esas cadenas que arrastráis por placer. ¿Dónde está la libertad?, pájaro extinto, si apenas lo vimos volar... Yo aún te busco en la maleza que crece fuera de control entre la palabrería hueca, o donde pierde la cabeza tanto corazón... La sinrazón. ¿Prenderá el fuego en alguna conciencia o dormirán ya para siempre, abrazadas a una respuesta cualquiera? Yo seguiré en la disidencia, me niego a agachar la cabeza, soy el mismo hereje, no importa la secta, me quedan pequeñas siempre las ventanas de todas las celdas. Vengo a decir lo que no queréis oír, he estado afilando versos hasta llamar a la puerta con un ramo de flechas y jazmín, que atraviesen como el alba la negrura que se aprieta en las ventanas y no os deja salir. Vengo a arruinar la fiesta, ¿queda una oveja negra sin esquilar?, alguien que tenga un mal pensamiento o una buena idea entre renglones tan rectos, como colar palomas por la frontera mientras las balas sueñan con guerras. Me niego a comer de la mano del rey, no seguiré al rebaño hasta el borde del barranco; prefiero volver a la causa de ayer, perdida pero mía, como el mundo que abarcan mis pies.
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Jet black
Punk is dead. Ours is the vengeance and resurrection which goes from mourn to black and forgets any other color at half mast. Give us back the shear, it still might bite the neck to those chains you drag for pleasure. Where is freedom? An extinct bird- we barely saw it fly... I'm still looking for you through the weeds growing out of control, among the hollow talk, or where many hearts lose their minds… The insanity. Will the fire ignite in any conscience or will they sleep forever, embracing a weak answer? I’ll continue in my protest, I won't bow my head; still the same heretic, no matter the sect. I find the window too small in any cell. I'm here to say what you don't want to face, sharpening verses until knocking on doors with a handful of arrows and jasmine that pierce like dawn the blackness and that squeezes on the windows and won’t let you leave. I'm here to ruin the party, is there a black sheep left unshorn? Someone who has a bad thought or a good idea between lines so straight, like sneaking in pigeons across the border while bullets dream of wars. I refuse to eat out from the king's hand, I won’t follow the flock till the edge of the cliff; I rather go back to yesterday's cause, lost but mine, like the world that my feet encompass.
Every once in a while there’s a band that comes along and ignites a muted flame that has been numbed by this wicked system of thieves.
Makes me wish I was still in crust band, screaming at the kids.
No surrender surrender. No surrender in sight. shawnslaught
Vicious, sharp album that pounds you down with it's million accurate knife stabs. It packs such unexplained concentrated heaviness inside that it's not even funny. This record will swipe your smile off and take the command inside your brains. Unique and marvelous record that is hard to unwrap. It just works perfectly. 𝙅𝙤𝙚 𝙎𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
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
