Our Last Night is an illustrious American post-hardcore band that came to life in 2004. Though the group hails from the small town of Hollis, New Hampshire, their impact on the music scene has been anything but small. Conceived by the brothers Trevor and Matthew Wentworth, along with friends Alex "Woody" Woodrow and Tim Molloy, the band quickly made waves with their unique blend of aggressive instrumentals and melodic harmonies.
Initially, the road was a challenging one. Starting off with local gigs and self-released EPs, the band worked tirelessly to carve out a niche for themselves. Their early work—marked by raw emotion and unpolished talent—eventually caught the attention of Epitaph Records, a label known for its roster of edgy, genre-defining bands. Signing with Epitaph in 2007 was a pivotal moment for the group.
Their first major release, "The Ghosts Among Us" in 2008, showcased their ability to combine hardcore aggression with intricate melodies. Songs like "Escape" and "Recovery" resonated deeply with fans and critics alike, solidifying their place in the competitive post-hardcore genre. This album laid the foundation for the band's evolving sound.
As with any artist, evolution is inevitable. The band’s subsequent albums, "We Will All Evolve" (2010) and "Age of Ignorance" (2012), marked a shift towards more melodic elements while staying true to their hardcore roots. The aggressive riffs were still there, but now
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I get no help from the top
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
No assistance, only resistance
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
The first mistake was to underestimate
The way I'd break through the gate, I'll never take the bait
They think I'm still coming up, but I'm blowing up
You could call it luck, but listen up
There's no free ticket, no free ride
No plan B, this is do or die
Didn't get here overnight
Success was right in sight
But I took the scenic route
A story you'd read about
Picture perfect after I cut
The people that kept me bleeding out
Doing my thing while the industry hates me
Opposite of an industry baby
Put me in a cage like a bat with rabies
Foaming at the mouth, they still pay me
Blacklisted, no playlisting
Millions of people still listening
Our fans are the only reason
We're still here and we're still breathing
I get no help from the top
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
No assistance, only resistance
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
I get no help from the top
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
No assistance, only resistance
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
I've been working all day and night
For the past twenty years to get this right
The future felt unstable, stuck on a record label
The final nail in the coffin, the Grim Reaper knocking
We almost called it quits but we had so much left to give
Persisted through the storm, stayed true to who we were
It feels like every artist ends up having some sort of identity crisis
But we've been the same since we wrote a song about how the sun rises
I get no help from the top
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
No assistance, only resistance
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
I get no help from the top
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
No assistance, only resistance
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
I get no help from the top
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop
No assistance, only resistance
I get no help but I'm never gonna stop