Lackluster vision, why can't you see
all this injustice that falls on me
you are blinded by the social caste game
you will never feel this angry pain
you can't trudge upon society
budge some convicts, you will see
punching homeless men on the streets
bundled in his own embarassed sheets
sheets of pain and sheets of red
find him cuffed in, squashed and dead
it's a sin, it's a sin,
police are your friend in hell
All this work, so alone
go to school, learn some crap
talk to people, try to fit
mess it up, want to quit
you're my friend? you're not my friend
you say we're friends,
what a useless friend in the end
The Chicago punks seem intent on defying any hardcore conventions, focusing instead on communicating pure disgust for the rotting world around them. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 1, 2022
Polish noise-crust outfit eschews the big Tragedy-esque riffs still popular with their US counterparts for scratchy claustrophobia. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 2, 2016