There's so much I wish I could tell you, it feels like my head could explode. And I'd bite clean through my tongue to keep the words from my lips, and spit the worst in your face to get you to leave. You've hung yourself so low, and my stomach fills with bile at the thought of you. You made your bed, lie in it. You made your bed, die in it. I wish I could time stamp my pupils. I'd rather pick at the scabs than add one more thumbnail sliver of moonlit night to my already heavy eyelids.
Sharptooth fight bigotry with melodic hardcore, their breakdowns an ideal vehicle for singer Lauren Kashan's incendiary insights. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 15, 2020
The New Jersey outfit cast a gothic pall over hard-hitting hardcore, leaving us with a deliciously murky set of pit-starters. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 8, 2018