Speak all at once or not at all.
Dirge reverbs through the hall (down.)
Sickened, dearest friends have their reasons.
And weakened hearts that they must tend.
All my oldest friends are falling out.
They've gone to death.
They're fading away,
like the rest of them.
A hollow world over ground to eulogise forgotten sound.
And hard to explain why the new year waits.
It never stops, it never ends.
Can't count ourselves as friends.
I know that it's hard (that i'm far from.)
There's so much energy throughout Feast of Love. Walls of fuzz, a driving punk rhythm, soft yet impactful vox; their chemistry will rope you in like a high school crush. Only difference is Pity Sex doesn't flake out on you. They're right here h i d d e n l e t t e r s
Not versed in much emo-skramz at all but this hit all my boxes at once in a simple one go and it haven't left that impression afterwards. It got it all, from the heartfelt vox to the equal solid instrumentations all along. Shapeshifting