Dead trees line the walk back to your car
Dead leaves, remnants of all the things we've thrown out
Falling towards my distant future
I can't say much
That I know will be disappointing
I am less than nothing
Not escaping my certain past
But your arrogance
That will one day crush me
will leave me stranded
I didn't ask what you thought for a reason, to me you're like the trees,
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