Extinct life: a new pastime.
Blocked out the sun.
Greed becomes the night.
Blow smoke, choke on the fumes you breathe.
Heat wave.
Watch them boil seas.
Well It's too late for your savior.
Big Co. that's who's to blame.
The embers of our forest.
Blood pays for oil, so save.
Climbing a wall as the clock counts down.
Grab for the pads.
They're the last of them all.
They'll never learn.
The sun takes the last man to walk the faith.
Well It's too late for your savior.
Big Co. that's who's to blame.
The embers of our forest.
Blood pays for oil, so save.
The Long Island metal band's third album etches arena-sized hooks into their jagged compositions, deftly balancing experimental and poppy inclinations. Bandcamp Album of the Day May 12, 2022