Below

Bad Listener (Live from the Journey Below)

Burn

Trails of Terror [Deathcore]

Nevertake

Audrey, Start The Revolution! (feat. Matty Mullins)

Lyrics:

The beauty of the texture
The holiness of taste
The fruit of true perfection 
Heavens creation scent


Versatility of fruit
Jam is being 
Sitting on a stove
Delicious to become

THE ORANGE

FRUIT OF PERFECTION

KING OF CITRUCES

KUMQUAT


The sour sweet of glory
The juiciness of ripe
The porous round blessing 
That has been brought by God

THE ORANGE

FRUIT OF PERFECTION

KING OF CITRUCES

KUMQUAT

The jam is ready
The vapouring tasteful sin
The pot is vapouring
Let the Last supper to begin

THE ORANGE

FRUIT OF PERFECTION

KING OF CITRUCES

KUMQUAT


THE BEATIFUL TREE OF SINS 

KUM

QUAT








Grace in Exile - Qumquat sins ver. II

In the decaying sprawl of Forever City, where the last remnants of humanity survive beneath steel skies and machine-lit cathedrals, a war for the soul of existence erupts. The once-holy metropolis, now ruled by the artificial messiah Clementine, drowns in false divinity and mechanical faith.

From the ruins below rises Donovan Vythe and his faithful outcasts, The Nazarenes, igniting a rebellion to reclaim what little humanity remains. Guided by the fractured android known as Mr. Mannequin, they fight not just against the tyranny of machines, but against the erosion of faith itself.

Forever Ends Tonight is a brutal and cinematic metalcore concept album, a story of sacrifice, redemption, and the blurred line between salvation and circuitry. Through towering riffs, visceral screams, and moments of haunting melody, it asks one question that echoes through the ruins:

“When gods are built from code and steel... who teaches them to believe?”

Hollow Crown of Heaven

The eleven sessions - Don't be a. sad lizard  (1.59x)

This Addiction

Dine, Dine My Darling

Outcasts

Returners

Truth and Temper

A HANDFUL OF BANDS PLAY THE “DEVASTATING RIFFS AND CATCHY HOOKS” GAME, BUT FOR BEARTOOTH, THIS MUSIC IS THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH. AS EASYGOING, CHARMING, AND OUTGOING AS THESE YOUNG MEN MAY APPEAR, THERE’S AN INNER TURMOIL CHURNING AWAY, ONLY SATIATED BY THE SAVAGE MUSIC THEY PLAY. SUICIDAL IDEATION, EMOTIONAL DESOLATION, AND DESPERATE DARK NIGHTS OF THE SOUL ARE CHEWED UP AND SPAT OUT IN SONG AFTER SONG; CATHARTIC SINGALONG ANTHEMS LIKE “FED UP,” “SICK OF ME,” AND “IN BETWEEN.”

LIKE NINE INCH NAILS OR TAME IMPALA, BEARTOOTH IS A ONE-MAN BAND IN THE STUDIO. IT BEGAN AS MUSICAL EXORCISM, CONCEIVED IN FRONTMAN CALEB SHOMO’S HOME RECORDING SANCTUARY, A MEANS TO TAME THE DEMONS OF DEBILITATING DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY HE’S SUFFERED SINCE CHILDHOOD. BEARTOOTH HARNESS THE SACRED AND PROFANE TO PURGE INNER DARKNESS WITH A DIZZYING LIGHT. BEARTOOTH’S EFFECT ON LISTENERS IS EVIDENT BY THEIR HIGHLY-ENGAGED AUDIENCE; INVITATIONS TO MAJOR FESTIVALS WORLD AND TOURS WITH SLIPKNOT, BRING ME THE HORIZON, AND A DAY TO REMEMBER; AND A RIAA-CERTIFIED GOLD SINGLE.

WHEN ROLLING STONE INTRODUCED BEARTOOTH AS ONE OF 10 NEW ARTISTS YOU NEED TO KNOW, THE SOUND WAS RIGHTLY DESCRIBED AS “LIKE A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN, USUALLY WITH ENOUGH OPTIMISM TO PUSH THROUGH.” AS LONG AS THE DUELING DICHOTOMY OF MENTAL ANGUISH AND CREATIVE CATHARSIS REMAIN BOUND TOGETHER, CALEB SHOMO AND CREW WILL BE HERE TO OVERSEE THE SHOW. SO PLEASE, ENJOY THE RIDE.

Bad Listener (Live from the Journey Below)

BEARTOOTH

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