LIVE REPORT: Smother, Stuck in a Rut & Heel Turn at Riff Factory, Stoke-on-Trent
Scattered like petals, burning from my grasping hands
Scattered like petals, burning from my grasping hands
The silence turns to violence in the middle of nowhere.
Load it up, fill the chamber while my head is spinning.
I built a castle to hide away from everything that cut so deep.
The cold folds of ego eat glitter and moon.
Welcome to New Music Friday, where we round-up all of the week’s releases from metalcore, hardcore, alternative and indie.
Sink while you bathe in hallucination.
Love make us something more.
We’ll take what is deserved.