LIVE REVIEW: END, Pupil Slicer & Heriot at the Boston Music Room, London
No martyrs, no casualties. Only necessary death.
No martyrs, no casualties. Only necessary death.
Suffer. Bleed. Burn.
Blur the lines and start again.
Modernity seems to amplify the boundaries of your heart.
Burn for your leaders. Mourn for your futures.
*various djenty noises*
We were refined in the fire, bent and contorted to aspire.
How many more mothers have to bury their sons? You sick motherfucker.
A cut above the rest.