ALBUM REVIEW: PUP – Who Will Look After The Dogs?
We’re at the crest of the shit-wave, baby.
We’re at the crest of the shit-wave, baby.
Look into my eyes as I show you God.
Rattling voices linger in the haze, erstwhile bright flames now dimmed and cold.
Welcome to New Music Friday, where we wrap-up all of the releases from the week ranging from metalcore, hardcore, alternative and indie.
Let your fucking beauty rot.
If I can’t have you, no one can.
This is class war, and we’re on the losing side.
Don’t want to facе it, I want it to break
Weaving words into the air.