Better Off Dead


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Having previously released a devastating cassette demo followed by a 7" split-record with Dublin sludge-hardcore masters Drainland. CROWS will release their latest offering 'Better Off Dead' recorded with Cian Murphy at Windmill Lane and mastered by Enormous Door Studios.

This five piece murder of CROWS generate an anger and power through a beatdown rhythm that is ripped through by metallic riffs and filled with lyrical angst and frustration. That is hardcore true and true. Somewhere between early Undertow and Trash Talk. Catchy and filled with utmost power.

Their incoming ten track is a concept which is based on the types of people who played a role both big and small in the degradation and collapse of Irish societal values and cultural identity, and as a result are 'Better off Dead'. Bankers, socialites, overpaid broadcasters, corrupt politicians, property developers and so on.

To some up CROWS as Kunal (Superfi) put it "I heard the singer moshed through a wall, so I knew I had to release it". Whats left to be said.


released September 29, 2014



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Track Name: Crows - Death Crownado
There's no way out in this game
They make the rules but you blame
Anyone but the true fiends
Who hide in stilted routine
To repeat history and keep you as a postscript
An asterisk marking a perfect example for the slogan:
'the nail that stands up get hammered down.'

Turn back, holding your head in your hands,
And the fire in your throat cursing the scum
That left you like this.

Scum breeds faster in this town,
And every step that you take
Moves you further into a darkness
And I'm sick with it.
So now I'm the asshole,
I'm too weak, to survive by your rules,
So you're abandoning me.

Close your eyes, crack a smile, here hope dies, here your fate lies.

I'm eluding the cold hands of death again.

I've gone cold, I no longer feel,
No longer the agony, no longer the nails.
No rest for the wicked, no world for the meek,
No cure for the sickness, no escape no escape.
Nothing is real, I'm in abeyance,
Distorted and frail, surrounded by liars,
nothing is real, nothing but silence,
Nothing but fear, nothing but violence.

And you wont forget the words
When they put you in the dirt:
Should have tried harder to be like us.