Walking through a blasted land unable to discern the ruins surrounding me, like in a stage of lucid dreaming. A dense haze distorting. Without power of judgment, a white screen. Faint sound floating around with a certain touch reminiscent of a lost soul. With a restrained and soft voice, wishing to release it violently. A touch reminiscent of a lost soul. I can't construct a bridge in order to clear my inner voice and link my own truth with the real one. As the foundational idea disappears, we begin to perish. Passing the end of the line, losing its greatness. Seeming an effort to persuade, when I really wanted an end. Something's written in my face, just an ornament, devoid of any meaning. I glanced back to see if the emptiness was still there.
Two impressive vocalists, variable and skilled guitarists and a tight and very powerful rhythm section. That plus the ability to write a song really leaves nothing left to desire here. mourner
Fusing ’90s metalcore, ’00s vaporwave, and ’20s cybergrind, the Texans' debut showcases an unprecedented unholy trinity. Bandcamp New & Notable May 17, 2023