Ten leagues under the vomit
I gotta come up for air
The breeze on crystal beach is toxic
The gulls are drunk on gin and tonic
And I can't breath under the vomit
We'll take all you mother fuckers
and all your little kids
And line you up with the protestants
And pump you all full of radiation
And then we can all be free again
Ten days after the bombs hit
My head really started to hurt
I can't stomach the spores in the water
And I'm still coughing up dirt
And I can't breathe under the vomit
Dead Cross, Retox, and Qui members dish out subversive hardcore with an indignant smirk; come for the riffs, stay for the synth experiments. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 31, 2024
UK82-inspired hardcore punk from Christchurch, New Zealand, gruff and fast and economical and, of course, righteously pissed. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 16, 2020