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'll find a way
i'll search in every direction
i refuse to believe that this path is mine
worry free i go on
step back, i know your game
humor me, release the facts
tell me why we're here,
cause i don't want to know what you live for
the traffic is blocking the exits
get me out of here
and rewash my brain through my ears
there is another highway that no one knows of
the lanes exist
we are an empire lied to about failure
knowing only one way to reach the future
these directions are headed to my dead end
who are they to plan our every move?
and i'll save myself while i still can, i think i still can
not every step leads to another
i'm standing but i'm not breathing
my lungs are failing me
the messenger lies through his teeth
brakes cut into rubber as i see flames sailing the roadside
heroes emerge from men as they rush to the scene
i fled the scene
two crashes and you can bet i am not one of them