I struggle to find a context that can make sense of what was said, because this inertial thought that’s running through my head is slowly having a strange effect on me, with a lingering sense of deep self-release. Maybe there is a reason behind why my mind is haunted by your voice, with your words echoing in me. Some things are better when they’re kept inside my head, when the words are diverged and the meaning of what I said is lost by this world where my hopeless screams, these empty chords are diluted from the point in which they are saturated. Separate it out from the poisoned phase, then let it desorb from the surface of my mind. It seems to linger, brings upon a daze and I can’t find a way to integrate myself into this process - forming the basis for everything. I cannot think why it is that I fail to derive the reason why I am alive.
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
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