Photo by Pretty Walls

 

A weary breath draws through hopeless lungs as an inner dialogue that is the culmination of all the world's sorrow, joy, hate, love, rage, adulation and every sentiment in between rushes from a bleak existence. A cacophonic symphony of raw energy, emotions and experiences filter through fire, blood, guts, guitars and pulverizing beats translating into the distant familiarity of an original idea. The rhythmic heartbeat of a group whose time has come resounds through valleys constructed to shepherd the unassuming. Walls crumble as the valleys flood with sound and a world turns to listen...this is When Words Attack!