Hounds are a weapon reaching desperately through time, disrupting normal, reeking of causality, displacing the reconciliation of thoughts and actions. The very historicity of safety and security are at once called into question with a similar  note of terminal simplicity. Hope is simultaneously lost and understood to be nonexistent. It is not a worldly possession to be had; it is not an existentially reconcilable concept.

Distress Calling

Hounds

WAR NURSE is a union of imagined and real. Festering through psychic cracks, bracing for escape, the band brings struggle to the forefront. Tension is palpable. Rallying behind cries for power, WAR NURSE brings glory to your feet. Unified delivery ascending and rupturing with no pause. There is no competition, there is no copy, the copy is the dream.

Existing only in planes, embassies of the common, WAR NURSE is of no fixed address, of no nation, of no material world. A product of Psychic Wounds. A product of Distress Calling. Clarity is illusory, WAR NURSE defeats illusory, makes meaning of simplicity, reinvents nothing, imagines everything. Together we are a constellation. 

In Unity, 
War Nurse 