The fourth Starefall song. This one is written fully in Furmans abandoned department store. Based around more crazy Bloodsteak riffs, this numbers not to be fucked with. Side note, Thunderclaw had all the lyrics to this little ditty scrawled across the top of his snowboard for years.
Blackened hardcore with the sheer heady power of stadium crust and the glacial melodies of second-wave black metal. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 10, 2023
From riffs and production to hooks and breakdowns, the Canadian metalcore veterans' seventh album ups the ante in every way. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 5, 2022