Backstabbing son of a bitch, think up a lie quick as a whip. I’ll bet you’re out of ammunition besides the bullets that you’re gonna sweat. You’re headed to the valley. Go ahead and light a cigarette. You’re sleeping in the ally. You’re sleeping where you made your bed. We tapped your telephone and we heard your plan. I hope you understand. We spilled our blood like brothers, we burned Saint Michael in your hands. You undercover devil. You know there aint no way out alive. You’re one convincing rebel. We saw the conflict in your eyes. You better call for backup. You better pray for some good good luck. You’re headed way up above. Just pray your name is in that book.
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