Obsidian Lungs from Forgebreath by Arcbreather

A descent into the confined spaces of an internal foundry marks this track. It pulls listeners into a storyline of breath measured against collapse, a direct echo of the childhood slag Kade pulled himself from, the metallic taste of sheer endurance found in the daily grind. Downtuned riffs grind against raw, granular quarry-drill recordings. The heaving kick drums establish a relentless, almost suffocating tempo, pushing past typical metalcore structures. Bowed vibraphone sheets hover like fractured light, cut through by distant siren swells, creating a space where the industrial genre’s harshness meets a post-rock vastness, a truly unsettling blend. Spoken diary fragments weave underneath the guitars, not offering respite but rather sharpening the internal battle. There is no refrain here, only escalation towards a final, guttural exhale that abruptly gates to silence, leaving behind a phantom vibration in the chest. This deliberate absence of air, this shared suffocation, binds the listener. It is a harsh, honest exploration of interior hardness, transforming everyday struggles into a primal art, proving that beauty can be forged from the very act of surviving.

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