The sounds I hear when I wake in the morning are akin to the
D. Galante | watchcity, Ma | 09/29/2010
(5 out of 5 stars)
"Life as an uphill battle, you know, the kind you can't win. Still, you push ever forward, fists flailing, connecting with nothing. Swing, swing, swing, swoosh. Air. Futile. The sky is grey. No love. The weight is upon you. The hate covers you, absorbs you, dipped in honey you are and staked upon an anthill. You were waiting for it, and you take it, gladly.
I have enjoyed this band for many years. This album doesn't change that.
My flesh is eaten away by the reality of the days and this is the soundtrack...always has been, always will be."