We need more, more dreams, more memories, more bottles; the fire’s almost gone out,
So throw another penny in the wishing well and poison down your throats.
Fate gave us plenty of time and what did we do with it?
We blackmailed the piano-man with pictures we took of him and elderly women
Playing doctors and nurses,
We blackmailed him not to sing us another song but to pour us another drink,
For a song we could sing ourselves:
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