2021 is really 2001 with existential dread. Electric guitars snake around Marcus Connolly, as his campfire-smoked rasp pleads with the darkness gathering inside of him. “Is anybody out there? I feel like I’m drowning. I know it’s quite dramatic, but the fear keeps filling my lungs,” he whispers, as if keeping some sort of twisted secret. It’s wonderfully volatile, soon guitars crashing and cracking like thunder.
Listen to “Blood 4 Tears” below.