It’s hard enough just to breathe
Let alone think or feel
When all we ever get told
Is that our problems aren’t real
They’re dropping bombs in our dreams
They’re stacking bodies in heaps
They’re stockpiling more guns
Because “our freedom ain’t free”
Well the pattern takes hold
The stakes have gone sky high
We can’t stay calm and wait
We must unite or die
Their sights are trained on you
Their sights are trained on me
There is no person alive
That won’t fall victim to this
First they build you a cage
Then they feed you some hope
And it encircles your heart
Until it fits like a noose
The empty promise of wealth
A fairytale of disease
A tragedy so real
It keeps us down on our knees
Maybe all our rulers are right
And we shouldn’t question their reasons why
Just got to work, pay your bills and buy
Every product within your sight
Sanguine sounds for uncertain times. Tricky beats to make your toes tap in unusual ways. A barrage of melodies and swirling sounds to keep your heartstrings taut. Chumps
Tom Broucksou's piccolo bass lines are meatier than a 50lb brisket. Ryan Richardson's voice soars. Jason Crawford pummels you into complete submission. Get some Gung! Chumps
"Singer of this group is one of the guitar players in the equally-brilliant band Bells≥. Here he spits and swaggers over a bed of vintage-sounding street punk bruisers." - Robert Ham Chumps
Another politically charged punk EP in 2016? Yeah. This could've been horrible, but instead it manages to be great. It seems that J. Robbins can always manage to get amazing musicians together to create great music with him. The female vocals are sick too. Feels like early pixies. needsmorerage