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These are the nine most influential records of my adolescence, without these bands I wouldn’t be who I am today without them. If you don’t recognise any of these covers then get acquainted with them you won’t regret it.
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Defeater.
I hate looking at pictures of this. Jacobs terrible head stands out so much. I was at the back somewhere haha
this is my photo on my dash
There’s me next to Derek on the left in the “NO HOPE” shirt :3
One of the very best shows I’ve ever been to.
Got to meet John at Balance and Composure tonight, nice dude and fantastic shots like this one of me and Derek from Defeater playing at The Alley!
Check out jhatphoto.com
Lost in your own head, but then a knock at the door.
Put down that drink, your steps creaking the floor.
Go and get the gun, distract yourself from death.
Back against the door, your hands are starting to sweat.
Slowly cock the gun, slowly move to the side, slowly turn the handle, slowly open it wide.
You catch a glimpse of his face.
Your heart sinks in your chest; your hands start to shake because you know that it’s him.
Just the coward and you standing silent, dead air.
So you pull him inside into your father’s chair.
“Your addict mother is dead, all thanks to you.
Her addiction got worse after you left you damn fool.
What you did to our father, I promised you’d pay up.
I’m going to take your life, but it don’t feel like enough.”
Cold steel to his head, walk him to his death.
Walk him down past the white oak doors.
Walk him out past the boardwalk and your old shipyard.
Your pistol in his side, make him pay.
On the outskirts of town, pass the old quarry now.
Walk him down to those cold steel tracks.
You stumble drunk with the gun in his back.
“Now get down on your knees on the tracks where you shamed me.
But this time, the dodge ain’t going to end so pretty.
Either a bullet or that train steaming just ahead is going to end your days.
You coward little kid.”
You sit and you stir, while he waits for his death.
You’ll never forgive him, and you never did forget.
He’ll never see the sun again.
Make him pay off his debt.
Stand on those tracks, cold steel under your feet, barrel to his temple.
“Your addict mother, you will soon re-meet,” you whisper in his ear,
Feel his whole body shake.
In an instant he’s got your arm,
He’s got your gun, you’re held down by his weight.
You feel the cold steel above and below.
You feel your stomach tie in knots as the train whistle blows.
You feel the warm of the blood where the barrel digs in.
From your cheek to your mouth, you taste the sweat and the tin.
You don’t cry, you don’t beg.
You’ve been waiting for this.
For the coward, or for death, just to see your wife again.
That train is so close, so loud and so clear.
Your hands stop shaking and it’s all that you hear.
Just like father.
“You took him. If this is how it’s going to be then I would rather die at the hands of my own family.”
I’m extremely eager to hear Touché Amoré’s up and coming album Parting The Sea set to be released on the 7th of June this year. Easily one of my all time favourite bands alongside Carpathian, La Dispute and Defeater amongst numerous others.
I sincerely hope they have the ability to make the trek down-under because I’d love to see them play live (as would any fan aha).
Check out their new song here: http://soundcloud.com/deathwishinc/touche-amore-tilde
Fantastic photo of Defeater last night at The Alley with Miles Away and Fires of Waco. I was sad to say this is the first and last time I will ever be at this venue as it’s being torn down like all of our all ages venues which the youth of Brisbane need.
You can see me just to the left of Jay Maas (lead vocals) in the crowd.
Courtesy of Mitch Tynan
My pre-order of Defeater’s Empty Days & Sleepless Nights finally arrived this morning!
So stoked, the package the CD comes in is a small book with the lyrics laid out like a small novel. Got two massive posters and two shirts to accompany it, made day has been made.
xxx
You’ve got to find her. Your mother ain’t fit to be alone. Her rosary beads are gone, there’s only one place she’d be. The sun is nearly up, put your jacket back on and walk down the street. Feel the wind start to shift, cold and biting. Just like everything that’s changed. When you do find her, take the only family that you’ve got back to home.
Head down, walk through the crowds and the families downtown. You jealous bitter old man, it’s just yourself you can’t stand. The man that took away your wife, coward that left you behind, you would kill them both if you could. Head down, cigarette in hand. Concrete, cold brick and sand to the place where she prays, where she suffers her days. Sleepless nights with the dirt when the addiction hurts. Up to that old white oak door church. And that’s where you find her in that last pew.
You touch her cold hand, your mother is gone. In front of her God, needle in her arm. The family plot will be filled. The perfect ending to a tragedy. Put her in the cold wet ground. Finally at peace with her husband now. And you’ve lost all will. Hours strain, but months pass alone with your gun. Blue-collar shipyard, your days have gone.
Lost it all for the promise of a normal life. All taken from you when you lost your wife. So you sit in that chair, waiting for death, barrel to your head.
Unwanted, but breathing.
In the next room, sleeping.
My mother, she’s crying and my father’s been drinking.
In our run down apartment, where the roof is still leaking.
He’s cursing and cussing, it’s just the whiskey talking.
I’ve got lots of memories like this one.
Of empty days and nights spent tired and lonesome.
When I think back to all of it, it’s all too much when you’re just a little kid.
My little brother, just a newborn baby.
In the image of my mother, she says he’s a blessing.
But not to my father, oh how he hates him.
“An undeserving mistake.” He calls him a burden.
I’ve got lots of memories like this one.
Of picking fights and picking sides between them.
When I think back to all of it, it’s all too much when you’re just a little kid.
When I wake up in the morning it all feels like a bad dream,
one that follows you and haunts you endlessly.
Broken and beaten from the abuse and the cheating,
the addiction, the lying and the promise of leaving.
While my old man was a bastard, I admired and loved him.
Us two kids were born in to a family, not a fortune.
I’m in love with this album, it’s just as if not more passionate and afflicting as their last 2 full lengths. If any of you are into the raw and more passionate side of hardcore give these guys a listen!
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