At the bar, in my car, at the park and at my job. Always near and never far. Lurking in the parking lot.
Living dead, under fed, roving on for living flesh. Lick your wounds, go to bed, with your tail between your legs.
Don’t you tell me to smile, turn your wondering evil eyes. Boil in blood and poison bile. Rot in Hell, enjoy the flies.
You must be made of sugar glass. You turn to dust in seconds flat. You scream and cuss as you beat your chest so loud. Throwing a little tantrum, all cause a stranger turned you down.
And would your mother be proud?
credits
from Hell Beach,
released August 18, 2023
Engineered + Mixed by Brenden Meade @ Stabby Cat Recording, Manchester, NH
Mastered by Eric Sauter @ Blackheart Sound, Manchester, NH
Artwork by Cat Barrera
Uncle Style Records
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022