Every tyrant someday falls, every tower someday crumbles, every prison someday empties, every hangman someday dies swinging in his noose.
So our most deadly weapon is the slow poison of time. Our armies, the countless seconds, our castles built of years. Because every cursed cage they construct to imprison us will one day rust, eroded by an ocean of patience.
For there is nothing they can build that we cannot tear down. No story they can tell that we cannot rewrite. No shield they can raise that we cannot splinter. Behind every facade they build, a long concealed reality of ruin and rot. Their empty words and hollow threats made powerless.
Every hero a myth, every king a fraud every ghost a rumor we've been forced to worship as god. Every border a fiction, every flag a lie, every nation a fairy tale for which they demand we die.
But these tools of their control rest upon our ongoing consent, and our consent ever withers as we're forced to confront the fact that there is power in resistance, there is ebullience in fury, there is triumph in refusal, freedom in realizing that our acquiescing to their domination left us poor and depressed.
Weirdly, BREATHS reminds me of Silverstein or maybe Emery, at their best, taking and elevating a genre that I have a huge amount of nostalgia for into something really excellent. An absolute banger. 𝚡̲adaa
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