With its fast chugging riffs, chaotic synths and groove oriented drumming creating a vortex of disorientating, revolving heaviness, it’s an absolute beast of a closing track that serves as a reminder ...
The internalised hatred that spews forth in the opening thirty seconds of ‘Pure Ecstasy’ is the sound of someone on the edge of a cliff. “I’m not the battle, I’m the fucking war,” he screams on the ...
Colorblind make post-hardcore that is both blurred and beautiful. ‘Who Sold You This Truth ++ Was It Yours To Hold’ is a strong statement painted in a variety of shades and colours.
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