Grand Collapse are a hardcore punk band from Cardiff who formed in 2011 and who line up Calvin Sewell (vocals), Jon Powell (guitar), David Thomas (bass) and Glenn Tew (drums).
Their first release was 2013's s/t ep and it was followed a year later with debut album Far From The Callous Crowd. Artcore Fanzine released a split 7" ep with Oi Polloi in 2015 before they returned earlier this year with new album Along The Dew. It's available on cd from TNS Records (UK) and Ruin Nation (Europe) or as a name your price download here : https://grand-collapse.bandcamp.com/album/along-the-dew
They're touring the UK next month and you can check details here : https://www.facebook.com/GrandCollapse/
The song I've posted below also features on the excellent Common Ground 2017 compilation which is available name your price but from which all money made will go to various good causes. As well as Grand Collapse the compilation also features a number of other great bands that have previously featured on this blog (Burning Flag, Danger!man, Natterers, Grit, 2 Sick Monkeys, Warwound, Atterkop, Pizzatramp etc) and is well worth supporting.
What better way to wake you up on a Sunday morning than this adrenaline fuelled blast, this is Though Bloodshot & Blurry....
Spun out, anaesthetised, waiting for the gloom to set. Brown bottles fill the grubby floor next to the bodies that exhale in unison. I wipe my eyes so I can see; though bloodshot and blurry they still beam. These aches and pains are brief but they can't shape what we have seen. Running low on fumes, but high on speed, we load in and back out hoping somehow we could move on forever and not reach the end. We say bye to our new friends who’ve restored our faith simply by giving a fuck. Then it’s on to the next one where it's more of the same; determination, resolution, grit, and there was me thinking we were dead and gone. I guess I was wrong. Though worn out and weary we’d rather be stuck in this tin can than doing something we couldn’t care less about and wasting time button bashing, metal bending, changing barrels, crushing limes. Set it up. Roll it out... Inspired, we ride on ‘all through the night’. Zeke blaring loudly with no end in sight. Armed with new found resolve. Stirred with fury and rage. Determined, without remorse for tyrant or foe, the dealers of hate. Headache subsided, eyes clearing up. Load in avoided, what a stroke of luck. And when asked about it there aint much to say. I guess you had to be there to find it all funny. Running. Fuming.
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