Nostalgic drunken sentiments sent from another continent
No one to know nothing to do
It clicked when she went travelling, me home alone with joints and gin
Singing I better sort my life out too
Remember the days when we had no responsibilities
We'd listen to Skankin' on repeat
Remember the days we used to get stoned
sit in a field and drink the Dutch Gold
we'd hassle the lads to play our theme.
So I roam, several thousand miles from home,
Fuck their moral compass sure I'll let my conscience be my soul
Remember the days when we'd put Mitzi's up our nose
Still inept and irresponsible, eternally thirteen year olds
Do I remember? Will I ever forget
The craic we had when we were little shits
Do I remember? Will I ever forget
Fancy crazy degenerates on unemployment benefit
Sure this is it, though isn't it?
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
Knockout debut from a Buffalo, New York-based hardcore band who like their riffs sick, their drums fast, and their choruses sticky-sweet. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 28, 2024