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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False prophets lead the way
With smiles on their faces
Not worthy of our praise
When humans become our gods
Feeding on our faith
Our spirit fades away
We'll never ease the pain
When humans become our gods
We beg on our knees
For someone to save us
We bow before our kings
But they are just like us
Lonely and lost, heavily brainwashed
They might even really want to save us
But they are not gods living among us
They all ride in on a white horse to save us
They teach helplessness then prey on empty souls
Lonely and lost, heavily brainwashed
They might even really want to save us
But they are not gods living among us
Blinded by our bruises and scars
Our eyes deceived by bleeding hearts
When humans become our gods