Rock N' Roll Band

Smoke and Mirrors

Sideways

Honestly

Horizons/West

Gnash

Behind the Clock

Lies

God Owes Me Money

Something’s hanging in the air,
A swollen sky, a vacant stare.
The forecast lied — I hoped it would,
Let thunder wash me, do me good.


Stray dogs teased in alley games,
Laughter burns like paper flames.
What kind of dawn will they defend,
When mercy fades and rules will bend?


Now the noise has gone astray,
Freedom hums the streets of grey.
Even if the rain pours down,
I won’t go back, I’ll drown this town.


The air is thick, it grips my skin,
A drop escapes, it drags me in.
It rolls, complains beneath the pain,
A mirror tear that speaks my name.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


You cursed your face, that razor’s bite,
A bag held high in broken light.
Your eyes met mine — you didn’t stay,
You walked and washed the words away.


In a heartbeat, the city fled,
Like spiders running, lights turned red.
I stood alone — the crowd was gone,
Their echoes fading, carried on.
Too late I saw the mirrored ground,
The rain had come without a sound.


I’ve learned I can’t be friends with pain,
It calls me back, then leaves again.
I’ve learned I can’t be friends with you,
Some truths you face, you can’t undo.

Stained by the Rain

Running on Empty

Ride Like the Devil

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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.

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