So, Still

Easily Scared

Deep Machines

Sign ON/OFF

No Son Of Midas

Avg. Blondes

Sounds To Make Amends To

In My Time

Old soul I find you're only what I make you in the end,
Little kids with skin will make you play alone with the carrion,
I can keep inside the sins that are your features, cover it,
Blood and bones for your hands, you beg at all your friends,
Let them know the rot you're in,
Heart and all, and sewn back up,
There's something with that old corpse kid,
I hear him again and again,
My son it's a lie, it's only what I tell you in the end,
Little kids with knives pretend that they're your friends,
Just you put your back to them,
Help you down to sleep and slip into your night clothes,
In the ground you'll know how the others go,
You'll rot in a normal hole.

Corpse Kid

http://www.facebook.com/pages/Here-Below/233055305104

Vox / Rhythm: Scott Carruthers
Lead: Kyle Carruthers
Drums: Steve Song
Bass: Michael Kossov

Original post-rockers Here Below are receiving acclaim for their loud-as-hell live show and dynamic debut full-length: "So, Still". HB was honored as one of the "Best in Fest" live acts at Canada's Indie Week Festival 2013, and consistently turn heads wherever they play. Authentic music, no gimmicks. 'So, Still' is available now at herebelow.bandcamp.com