Riders on the storm
Thats what they called us
Rebels with out a cause
Nobody could stop us
Definitions by impressions we won't control at all
Mobbing through the city with
With the tribe on our back
Getting caught up in the feeling
Of reviving the passed
Two young bucks
Freedom was the loudest siren call
(Tsitsitsas)
(Pikunii)
There we were
Laying in the street and leaking
Bleeding
Heating the concrete in the coldest season
Telling myself "we gotta stay awake and keep breathing"
We gotta keep breathing
They kept us apart
Strapped you down to a bed
And put me in a cop car
I thought you were dead
But we made back out didn't we
Two years later they got you permanently
I got to the party late, but boy am I glad I made it. This album meets, exceeds and challenges all sonic and writing expectations one has of a punk album; poetry set to punk. Definitely the most punk thing I've heard this year. CMRuppert12
Pitch-perfect math rock from Kaneohe, Hawaii charges forward on raw, ragged emotion. A treat for fans of Polvo and Pardoner. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 27, 2018
Taking cues from Midwestern emo and early ’10 pop punk, this Leeds, UK outfit are full of heart— not to mention hooks. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 21, 2022