This track is a dark, introspective, and emotionally heavy piece centered on feelings of deep brokenness, fatigue, and resignation. The mood is dominated by despair and

let me rust

Devour Me, My Alien Love

The song envisions a cataclysmic yet revelatory rupture in reality, where the future—manifested through prophetic children, glitching time, and cosmic signals—shatters the brittle structures of the present, forcing humanity to confront its obsolescence amid kitchen clocks freezing and paradigms folding like rusted rails. With jagged rap-metal verses and psychedelic breakdowns, it frames this "break" not as apocalyptic doom but as evolution's insistent call, a heavy cost paid for outgrowing outdated comforts, where nightmares masquerade as dreams and every ending unlocks another range of possibility. Ultimately, it calls for bold surrender to the shift, standing in the fallout to heed the prophecy's creak, as stars awaken and tomorrow listens, urging the scared and the old to make way for whispers that are uniquely alive.

When the Future Learned to Speak

Here To Mars

Here to Mars

Pre-Order

Acoustic Volume 2

Blame It On Bad Luck

Brain Pain

Get Out of My Head

Notre Dame

Fuck Art

Damage Control

Blunt Force Concussion

Piano and vocal cover of Bayside's song "Montauk."

The videosong was originally posted here on Youtube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u4KhQMfvr9I

All of the video shows the original recording of the music. Everything you hear is shown on video. No hidden sounds!

Montauk(Bayside Cover)

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The Dirty Nil play rock and roll. Loud, distorted, and out of control, they play like it’s a fever they’re trying to sweat out. Reveling in the din of distorted guitars, pounding drums, and desperately howled vocals, the Hamilton Ontario three-piece makes music for turntables and hi-fi’s - music for dive bars and house parties - for beer drinking and joint smoking - for road trips and barbecues - for fighting and yelling and shouting and singing and screaming and howling - for sweating and bleeding - trying and failing and trying again anyways. Gravel-in-your guts, spit-in-your-eye, staggering, bloodthirsty rock and roll. They’ve got a forthcoming 7” single - Fuckin’ Up Young - a snarling, jittery, ode to wayward youth. The Dirty Nil play rock and roll - cause they couldn’t do a damn thing else if they tried.