Dissonants realizes the full potential of a band on the cusp, serving as the most cohesive and focused album of the band’s career and an early front runner for the best rock record of the year. Nearly a year in the making, there’s no denying the importance of this third release from the band – and the gravity of the moment seems not to be lost. While acclaimed producer James Paul Wisner was brought in to mold the band’s 2013 follow-up, Unimagine, that release felt overly restrained, sapping much of the energy that made Hands Like Houses so exciting in the first place. The band’s exciting debut album, Ground Dweller, was full of vigor but lacking in direction, marked by oddly placed metalcore breakdowns and untamed programming elements. post-hardcore scene since their breakthrough on Rise Records in 2012, never quite landing on one distinct sonic identity until now. Hands Like Houses have treaded along the outskirts of success in the U.S. On this opening track, the Canberra, Australia, rock act deliver a stark pivot, both musically and lyrically, that carries itself across the 12 tracks of their third full-length album, Dissonants. For a singer known for his ambiguous lyrics, often filled with cryptic, dream-like imagery, it’s a sharply straightforward message – a broad retort aimed at a community of mid-level rockers obsessed with scene fame. It’s sick.During the opening chorus of “I Am”, Hands Like Houses vocalist Trenton Woodley declares, “You’re one of a thousand voices / In my head that all just sound the same / If I will make a change / It’s by my words and not my name”. But Johnny depp is a malignant narcissist, a man, and wealthy as all get out. Vilified and not believed, regardless of what any abuse survivor could recognize as a fellow survivor instantly. While the last thing survivors need is more blame, our society supports a narrative that blames the objectively innocent party because the blatantly guilty party has spent their entire lives fabricating a persona and we’re just being human, and human psychology is quite counterintuitive especially in the context of trauma. Never actually understand, even if they try, because all they see is you, on fire, screaming about the arsonist that no one ever sees, and who has been spreading lies about your alleged mental instability, deceptive personality, etc. Anyways, I especially relate to her midnights becoming afternoons, complex PTSD often leads to this phenomenon, whether due to purposeful sleep deprivation by the abuser, or just hyper vigilance associated with the PTSD, along with the fear of facing people, especially your loved ones, who funny how you say the words domestic violence, abuse, abuse survivor and boom the subject changes. The abuser has no anxieties, no emotional pain, or salience/memory for that matter, so the survivor appears to be the crazy one, obsessed with the abuse and that buzzword that seems to ignite arguments about diagnosing people without a degree, etc. I believe this is another amazingly on point and nuanced commentary on the insanity that follows emotionally abusive relationships. When the world comes apart and I'm standing still (you flicker) When the world is spinning and I am standing still (you flicker) Skip beats and I'm forgetting the in-between If I never knew what I've lost (you flicker)Īnd I turn around, and you're gone (you flicker) When the world comes apart and I'm standing still When the world is spinning and I am standing still
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