I close my eyes at night to stories that end easier than wiping tears away. It’s all that I can do to keep the thoughts of you at bay. They fill my bed, try to penetrate my mind. I won’t let you in. It’s still better than watching every star go out at night and, one-by-one, wondering if each one is yours. I’ll dig my hand deep into my pocket and toss a last coin to this wish that that you won’t ever hear, that you aren’t ever near. So long, so sick, this wishing well is on my side and I won’t need good luck because I won’t be around. Wishing well, wish us well. All we’re left with are bleeding hearts to match bleeding eyes from sharing our loss and longing for more.
An inspired triumph for the best post-hardcore in existence right now. The musicianship is top-notch here, spilling over with knotted, yet conversely open arrangements that resound with what I'd imagine American Football's circuitous guitar wizadry would sound like if woven into the brilliant, screaming, sonic chaos of Daitro. brantly
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
This is one of my favorite records of recent years, and mye absolute favorite of 2013. I wrote this review of it for the music site I have been writing for since 1999 (it's in Norwegian, but I gave it 6 out of 6, as you can see!): http://panorama.no/2014/04/12/bolgende-emosjoner-pa-toppniva/ Frode Fossvold-Jørum