A raw, rebellious Post-Punk / Spoken-Word track driven by a dark, slow boom-bap rhythm, a heavy repetitive bassline, and angular, distorted guitars. Featuring a detached, deadpan lead vocal delivered in a thick Dublin accent, the track builds an intense, cinematic atmosphere loaded with dramatic pauses, gang vocal responses, and poetic, anti-establishment lyricism about resilience. For fans of Fontaines D.C., Idles, and the modern Irish underground noise scene.more

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A Single released last month. 👇 lyrics below. 💙 a rolled up kings head, on a piece of cardboard on the end of your bed, half a dogged out cigarette, you lay there headache, head full of regret. you sniffed and wiped your nose, oh i know how this story goes. we done it a hundred times before. lipstick marked the side of your cheek, you turned and said to me, it's just one night, ive been working hard all week. pass me my tobacco, pass me my weed you sniffed and wiped your nose, oh i know how this story goes. we done it a hundred times before. I watched as you tried to sit up straight, rolling papers blew all over the place. c'mon now get up, you're a disgrace. you wiped your eyes and shunned me away. you sniffed and wiped your nose, oh i know how this story goes. we done it a hundred times beforemore