
Ten tracks of unpolished, emotionally fragile hardcore. A document of a legendary band finding their voice through grit, feedback, and raw teenage desperation.
It's Converge before they were gods, just kids screaming in a basement about their feelings.
A jagged, unpolished outburst of teenage isolation and desperate emotional honesty.
The production is built around lo fi than this artist usually allows.
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