LIVE REPORT: Toby Driver and Alora Crucible with Black Arrows at New River Studios, London
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
Does not my countenance resemble yours?
“A plague lit path to every road that you roam.“ Photography by Asha Sitarz on the 5th April, contact Asha prior to any use. fakeyourdeath Youth Code
All these forgeries perched upon my shoulders, maybe they will go away.
Welcome to New Music Friday, where we wrap-up all of the releases from the week ranging from metalcore, hardcore, alternative and indie.
I wanna sleep the world away ’til I turn to dust.
Eye for an eye, die for a lie.
Suffocate me like hairspray.
I lie bound to the things that I’ve heard and I struggle, set in earth ’til I sleep then I still fight.
I’m trapped inside my own self-made prison.