Why’d you mute my whining lungs? I thought together we had tasted the grit of enough shattered sea shells. Oh, I feel like a kid again. We sat under a nuclear winter the eve of the snow that took you away from me. And do you remember the lavish surgery you performed? We cut the edges off by naming our children. I asked you, once more, to saw a bow across my chest: “It won’t be the last, it won’t be the last...” What does perfection’s ceiling look like? I thought the ether would carry my prose. Although I’ve exhaled the sails, we could never understand the wind. You are an ever beautifying apparition. Catalyst, whatever it may be, let me be the one to feed you to the trees. And as for me, compassion: lovely make me a meteor.
i'm no good so i'll let everyone else do the talking abt how great this album is bc i have more important things to talk abt like that it was recorded in my hometown!! i was walkin around a stupid little ten-year-old and they were in the stu makin this album less than a mile from my house!! what!!!!! Elizabeth
this is my most favorite record ever. start to finish, it is an absolute masterpiece and quite literally helped me keep myself together for over a year. actual fucking magic, here. faesylver
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
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021