Fucking hell I've gotta get myself out of this snake pit, I ain't gonna make it one more day.
Lord knows I've been paying my debt to The Devil.
Deep in holy shit forever, how much more can we take?
Do you wanna go down in flames?
You've got my number, you've got my name.
Meet me at the beach at midnight tonight.
Bee stings, spider bites, poison ivy, razor wire, sunburn, lesson learned, road rash, licked with fire.
Deep lacerations, pulling teeth, severe trauma to the head, at least everyday is Halloween when you're dead.
Jesus Christ I gotta see the light between the horns and crown of thorns, all dualities conjoined.
Signed in blood, we're swallowing wine with Puck tonight.
Naked, consecrated, baptized in holy mud.
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