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 Ver BiograFia Completa
say farewell to the anchor
this ship is sailing away
this ship is sailing away
say farewell to the anchor
this ship is sailing away
and as we watch the sky consume its remains
we watch the sky consume its remains
and we swim to shore
we swim to shore
there is no surviving disasters like these
so before we go our separate ways we'll plan where to meet
there is no surviving this with the way we're living
say farewell to my fate
because i've found myself digging my own grave
i'm trying to find a new direction
but every sign points toward the ground
as we washed up on the shore
our legs brushed the sand
as we washed up on the shore
our legs brushed the sand
and before we go our separate ways we'll plan where to meet
there is no surviving disasters like these
and before we go our separate ways we'll plan where to meet
there is no surviving this with the way we're living
we're running back and forth over the paths we've made
and before we go our separate ways we'll plan where to meet
what if this isn't it
and there's nothing we can do
what if this isn't it
there's nothing we can do
there's nothing we can do
there's nothing we can do