Obsidian Swing here/ Don’t hold back the tears. This is Afterflame — our new track about quiet grief, the silence that follows loss, and the invisible storms we carry inside. Inspired by Demolition Tell us what emotions you experienced after listening? more

A cold indictment. First the critic, then the machine. A hauntcore gut punch wrapped in drill cadence while the band rots. No applause. No permission. Just ghosts dragging names through broken speakers. You want thoughts? Here's the bill. Curator. Gatekeeper. Cryptid blur. Critic, sure. Sharp as the bottom line, Needle Drop spins spines it never designed. Protect the lottery for the sake of parity. Hilarity you think I give a fuck what’s on your mind. Anthony said I’m evil incarnate. Needle Drop? Stop. That’s content as vomit. The highest floor you ever seen. No fans raise the roof, just bile on repeat. Did you not platform off another’s sweat? Walkin' the dog, or just gaspin' for breath? What’s in the car? Steering wheel and seats. What’s on his playlist? Turkish snatched off the street. Picky pikey, Bricktop brained, Talkin’ bout theft while you shoplift pain. Quick lipped auctioneer with a taste for disdain. Review from the booth? That’s flag on the game. Short sighted man with a secondhand name, Talkin' bout talent like it’s pawnshop fame. Sellin’ hot takes that you never could stock. Parasite pastor at the pulpit of rot. If that’s not a van parked deep in the alley, This is bare knuckle parlay. I got your Downton finale. Curator. Gatekeeper. Cryptid blur. Critic, sure. Sharp as the bottom line, Needle Drop spins spines it never designed. Protect the lottery for the sake of parity. Hilarity you think I give a fuck what’s on your mind. Welcome to the best we got, hot off the pot. Fresh off the line, another artist gets dropped. Sign the 360, let the label lock. I want half upfront and a cut off the top. Meanwhile, reach for a cent? Butcher block. Got Shaq, Mutombo, Rodman on swap. And they don’t even call bank on the shot. I get shooter’s bounce, glass or Klay on the spot. More idols dancing than K Pop slots. Every single one still tied in knots. Since when was longer the badge for the rock? Is it music or your fine print and font? Now the whole machine screams we gotta figure this out. From bottom to top it’s panic, no doubt. But you had fifty years, now it’s a foul line. I’m already in motion, drawin like Harden in overtime. Here’s a penny for your thoughts. Hand down, man down. Whole system’s outta bounds. These whistleblowers can stop now. Penny for your thoughts. Spend it in silence. No refunds for the mindless. Think how they tell you. Then sign, initial, remain spineless. Penny for your thoughts. Spend it in silence. No refunds for the mindless. Think how they tell you. Then sign, initial, remain spineless.more

A song about the feeling of falling in love with a straight manmore