If this was just a little vinyl single of Henry Rollins spoken word poems it would honestly be an underrated masterpiece. But the boring nature of the instrumentals take it down to about average.
It's honestly rather fascinating how this band went from Touch And Go royality to... this.
This song is nothing. It doesn’t add to the original, it doesn’t improve on it, it doesn’t even stay in memory. It’s just self important, melodramatic, and tiresome. Ronnie Radke needs to get a job.
A breath of fresh air in the hardcore genre. As opposed to wearing it's influence on it's sleeve, it rips it's heart out of it's chest and shows it's influence there. Black metal bliss, intertwined with the sickest hardcore riffage you'll ever hear.