This Routine is Hell
Now known as Swain
Call it restlessness, call it fear, call it being… Read Full Bio ↴Now known as Swain
Call it restlessness, call it fear, call it being out of step or call it being stubborn; This Routine is Hell has been the medium through which these, what some would call "defects" have been ruthlessly transformed into an uncompromising "NO".
Existing somewhere between today's obsolete definitions of hardcore and punk, it's hard to tell exactly what we are; but more important to us is why we're here. Where self-doubt has laid us to rest, creativity must awaken us. Where sadness only saddens more, the power of will and love must empower us. It's this path to transformation which has guided the four of us to cross borders and oceans onto uncommon ground.
The new album "Howl" is the next step into that same unfamiliar territory. We were on the verge of giving up when finally deciding to either go for it completely or simply put it all to rest. A big leap across the Atlantic was taken and we recorded our second full length at Godcity Studios with Kurt Ballou in Salem, MA in the summer of 2012.
Howl is exactly about that. Written with the basic idea that we simply refuse to let ourselves be governed by our fears and our doubts. But perhaps it's even more strongly against 'their' view on what it means to grow up (set in stone) and 'their' inability to actively shape their lives which has its virulent and devastating effects on all of us. It's about disassembling the society with the little tools we have, and rebuilding them with the ones we create.
Some people write biographies. This is rather a statement.
Videos:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCdNQ55dIaU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QWq_mJV7uU
Call it restlessness, call it fear, call it being… Read Full Bio ↴Now known as Swain
Call it restlessness, call it fear, call it being out of step or call it being stubborn; This Routine is Hell has been the medium through which these, what some would call "defects" have been ruthlessly transformed into an uncompromising "NO".
Existing somewhere between today's obsolete definitions of hardcore and punk, it's hard to tell exactly what we are; but more important to us is why we're here. Where self-doubt has laid us to rest, creativity must awaken us. Where sadness only saddens more, the power of will and love must empower us. It's this path to transformation which has guided the four of us to cross borders and oceans onto uncommon ground.
The new album "Howl" is the next step into that same unfamiliar territory. We were on the verge of giving up when finally deciding to either go for it completely or simply put it all to rest. A big leap across the Atlantic was taken and we recorded our second full length at Godcity Studios with Kurt Ballou in Salem, MA in the summer of 2012.
Howl is exactly about that. Written with the basic idea that we simply refuse to let ourselves be governed by our fears and our doubts. But perhaps it's even more strongly against 'their' view on what it means to grow up (set in stone) and 'their' inability to actively shape their lives which has its virulent and devastating effects on all of us. It's about disassembling the society with the little tools we have, and rebuilding them with the ones we create.
Some people write biographies. This is rather a statement.
Videos:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QCdNQ55dIaU
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0QWq_mJV7uU
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This Routine is Hell Lyrics
Asleep Thoughts and inspiration are bursting through the seams. La…
Cancer Open wide and swallow the charade. Do you want a halo…
Crooks & Robbers The ECA's got their heads screwed tight. "We're all gonna g…
Crossed Fingers Following a heartbeat's death march. We're on a one way…
Don't Let Them Swallow, swallow, like there’s no tomorrow. Get your mass i…
Gather Your Stones Enough is enough is enough is enough. Gather your stones wh…
Gloom Break the fingers of the hands that dealt. Pull off the…
Hear. See. Speak? Barricade the windows and lock down the doors, the storm…
Howl It's not just you. We've all got blackened hearts. We've a…
I Wake To See The World Go Wild Not a cloud in the sky, but still a howl…
Make Haste A derailing train of thoughts hit my head today. One questi…
Manufacturing Consent Biased protest, another pre-fab war. We're shooting bullets…
Memories Are Haunting Me Like vampires in mirrors, I can't get a glimpse. Yet they'r…
Nostalgia Dirty hands, blistered feet, playing in the sun but now we’…
Question Everything "From ignorance our comfort grows, the only wretched are the…
Repent. Repeat. This is not about the foundation. No diatribe against globa…
Repulse Blissful evenings, and darkened skies. Satisfied souls by t…
Shine Hometown calling, I thought I had burned these roots. Somet…
Shiver Blood runs through the offices and fire’s what we breathe. …
The Desperate Sway Another wasted day and the potential of endless dreams turne…
The Gate An army of words to amplify the thoughts in my…
The Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner Here's to the blackest of days and self-destructive ways. I…
The Weight of Defeat Demons rise, heroes fall. Domesticated wolves once stood so …
Uncommon Ground Untie the knots of wasted years. The rose is grown by…
Wrongdoer Demons: against the wall. Former heroes, idols fall. Guilt…