This is the end of my youth
The end of my jaunty days
Life’s weight keeps dragging me down
I’m stuck in thickest haze
I wonder: will there ever be better days for me
And I wonder: when will I ever stop waiting
This is a world where we only get further by being thrown back
Where we have to rise above our dreams
Because they will never be reached
In a world like this I can’t see the essence in life
I am 21 years there’s no will to survive
Do you know how we feel in these cold shadows of our streets
Where we wander the nights
As long as it fucking keeps
Us from looking back
There’s no more time for regrets
This is the end of our youth
We are here to forget.
On their debut record, the London hardcore upstarts cross-up mosh-ready fare with melancholic ambient passages, weeping guitars, and virtuosic vocal harmonies, but its romantic veneer is much more complicated than it seems. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jan 30, 2019
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A necessary reissue of everything venerated hardcore band Angel Hair ever released, with breakneck time signatures that turn on a dime. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024