As I'm writing today's update I'm looking out of my front window. Everything's quiet, the sun is out, it's a lovely day and the intro to the song that's playing on my headphones compliments that serenity. It's a gentle and rather beautiful 35 seconds of peace and tranquillity that suggests all's well with the world.
And then.... things change. The appearance of well being was a flimsy construct.
In Evil Hour (https://www.facebook.com/InEvilHour/) are the Darlington hardcore band that line up with Alice (Vocals), Gareth (Guitar), Gib (Bass) and Christian (Drums). They've featured on here a couple of times before so no need to rehash too much info. Let's instead talk about their new song...
It's a warning about how the way we treat our planet is unsustainable. It's the sound of a band that doesn't hold out much hope that as a species we'll avert disaster. It's a song that seems resigned to our inevitable demise; "Seems like we're never going to make it. Seems like we're really gonna die..." 2050 is the date set by the UK government in which they aim to have gas emissions in the UK at almost zero. It's not enough.
A stand out moment in the song comes at around 3 minutes and 20 seconds as Alice utters a growl of utter despondency and frustration and everything switches up a notch. Her passion bleeds through and despite a seeming resignation to our future being bleak there's still fire burning brightly in her belly. You think for a second, maybe there's hope. But then you think who the world leaders are and it's quickly snuffed out. It's not a song of hope but it is very good. You can find it name your price here : https://inevilhour.bandcamp.com/
2050...
Seems like we're never gonna make it And will this present become past Whispers from when the old world faded How did it fall so fast? You are now left here all abandoned, Hiding from our desperate calls Your gilded gates decay, all black and crumbling Now what good are your walls? See you when they fall I am the wind falling silent, still blowing though I am the quiet that you call home Bleaching your soil and killing your crops I go I am the quiet that you call home Look over scorched and arid landscapes Kings of all that you observe Victims of your own dying hubris Golden masters that you served My tide comes dark and indiscriminate Solutions can't be bought and sold Bodies pile and poison all your water Now what good are your walls? Seems like we're never going to make it Seems like we're really gonna die All is lost! I am Death! When you discover you can't eat your tech Spin the webs! Pull the threads! I am the unraveling of time that you spent Build the walls! Ignore the calls! I am the consequence of all that you wrought Bring them down! I can wait! I now have all of the time in the world
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