HIGH HOPES
There’s nothing left to say
like a dog I submit, sit, wait
used to be so fucking proud
are you happy that I’m weak now?
digging my own grave
you’re pissing on the ashes
I knew you weren’t sane
but I had high hopes…
Give it time, it turns again
now the power is in my hands
we know thats a dangerous place
you’re feeding fuel into my flame
digging your own grave
I’m kicking up the ashes
I don’t play it safe
did you have high hopes…
Bracing post-hardcore meets festival-ready rock on the Tokyo band's sharp new EP, mixed and mastered by Will Yip (Turnstile, Title Fight). Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 8, 2024
There's so much energy throughout Feast of Love. Walls of fuzz, a driving punk rhythm, soft yet impactful vox; their chemistry will rope you in like a high school crush. Only difference is Pity Sex doesn't flake out on you. They're right here h i d d e n l e t t e r s