EVERY STRANGER LOOKS LIKE YOU, a 3 piece post-hardcore band based in Brakel, Belgium, are set to release their debut full length Bluest Shade Of Black on 12″ vinyl through UK DIY label Dog Knights Productions on February 24th. The band has just unveiled their new single for ‘Prosopagnosia’, a perfect representation of the record’s often uncomfortable and challenging moments, it’s wicked example of how the band play with different emotions and sounds throughout so effortlessly.
Over the past few years/months ESLLY have been steadily proving themselves within the punk, hardcore and grunge world across Europe. With their relentless work ethic and insane live show they’ve proved they’re not just your regular newcomers to the scene, already playing alongside the likes of Bass Drum Of Death, Code Orange, Listener, Break Even, The Shrine and even bands like Cocaine Piss.
Bluest Shade Of Black takes form through a chaotic range of different emotions, constantly sonically evolving and progressing throughout. It’s impossible to pigeonhole ESLLY into one genre; they have moments of sheer malevolence that flow perfectly into parts of the weirdest side of indie rock and post-punk.
Recorded and mixed at Much Luv Studio and mastered by Carl Saff (Fu Manchu, Drug Church, Touché Amoré,,…), this release looks sure to push the boundaries of the genres ESLLY find themselves in.
Lyrics:
Burnt my fingers more than once
My eyes are scarred by the light of the sun
I’m not even thinking my own thoughts anymore
It’s like looking into a mirror
But I’m standing on the wrong side of the glass
Heavier and heavier
Yet my bones are starting to show
I fell asleep in the dirt
Guess my body is paying my mind’s toll
I’m sorry I would love to talk but now I’ll sleep
I’ve got all these feelings eating away at meLet me write you a letter
Let me love you better
‘cause you know that I can’t speak
I’ve got something to say
But it doesn’t sound like meHow far should I go so I can stop feeling alone?
We might be in the same room but not the same space
Everything looks so different yet you still look the sameI cut out a piece of skin to see what’s really within
But what does it mean to have a heart?
Is it to never speak?
Cause all these things I feel I only say them in my sleep
