Listen to the new split from THGTC & Rotting In Dirt here: salvagedrecords.com Follow THGTC Here: thgtc.org Shot by Carlisle Jones at Lawnchair Youth / carlislejonesal / lawnchairyouth
my uncle had to get the tractor out and tug him outta the gravel bar one time he went to far in and got stuck door deep. Told him the gravel was soft for it'd been raining recently but he knew better.... some peoples kids, eh? 😆
When I saw the six-string bass, I knew this one was gonna rock. You can hear all the members equally. Nothing's muddied. Lyrics are not only crisp, clear, and understandable but also profound. We're going through so much shit now, it's insane. Lot's of ups and downs.
Heavy music is pure catharsis. It's made and enjoyed by people who use it as a healthy way to cope and release tension. Everybody's struggles are unique and different, but this kind of music brings us all together and supplies the outlet. It's a beautiful thing.
I saw these dudes when they came to my door trying to get me to covert to mormonism.... The bigboi gnarley tummy singer actually wrote me a poem...quite romantic
No shit, you should do a lawnchair metal tour, These guys, Delta Hate, wristmeetsrazor fuck id pay a hundred bucks to see three great bands!!!! Make it hapoen!
sorry for the delay, here they are BRIGHTLY LIT FOR BAD DECISIONS the atmosphere burns from toxic emissions, and we keep getting murdered simply for existing. we are out on the cutting board to dissect and manipulate. radicalization does not take much for all, but provides much for all, and fruitless, spineless liberalism will only stand idle while we spiral down the same path. what good is a cage? what good is our blood running down drains? what does our suffering show? there’s no choice left but unite and grow. we are punished by capital we are written off as margins we are restrained in rhetoric we are all meant for something more don’t you know, you better run? poor people gonna rise up and get their share queer people gonna rise up and get their share black people gonna rise up and take what’s theirs a melody of deserving ringing through the ether deregulation, deforestation a stripping of rights upon first creation disgust unrivaled now. we are all on the precipice of being a victim, whether homeless in massive debt or dead in a casket. we are punished by capital we are written off as margins we are restrained in rhetoric we are all meant for something more for all the ones we’ve lost there is no choice left to make there is no time left to waste there is only one way out of this only one way out we will rise and we will get what we deserve for every broken soul for every stolen life an acknowledgement must be made an atonement and life must be celebrated even when in despair even when lost
