FLOATING (Sweden) - Hands of Hunger (Progressive Death Metal/Post Punk) Transcending Obscurity

Subscribe to our official channel for daily updates: https://bit.ly/2Fr49KH Taken from the FLOATING album titled "Firewatching" on Transcending Obscurity Records Main Store: http://tometal.com Bandcamp: http://transcendingobscurity.bandcamp... US Store: http://transcendingobscurity.aisamerc... Europe Store: http://eu.tometal.com Group:   / transcendingobscurityrecords   Facebook:   / transcendingobscurityrecords   YouTube Channel:    / transcendingobscurity   Instagram:   / transcendingobscurity   Twitter:   / transcendingobs   Band Facebook:   / floatingdeathmetal   Band Instagram:   / floatingdeathmetal   Info: "On ”Firewatching”, FLOATING are exploring the borderland of post-punk and death metal, pushing their unconventional take on the genre further into uncharted territory. Building on the progressive and post-punk influences of their previous releases, the band now incorporates hypnotic krautrock rhythms, haunting synthesizers and increasingly bleak atmospheres, while simultaneously embracing a more brutal and uncompromising sound. Having expanded into a four-piece, FLOATING have developed a rawer, more organic approach. They have brought a newfound sense of urgency to their sound. ”Firewatching” is FLOATING's most atmospheric and ambitious project. It is a soundtrack to dark times. The album is out in early 2027. Keep watch!" Line up: Arvid Sjödin - Vocals, guitars Andreas Hörmark - Bass, synthesizers Påhl Sundström - Guitars Erik Sundström - Drums Artwork by Påhl Sundström Lyrics: Everyone has an evil look, you creep Wet sand covered your teeth If I could only climb into your skin and live through you Would you laugh at me? Invited by a frail embrace Touched by love incomplete Like a stroke in your hair by unknown hands this house is alive Buried, shielded itching Speak through the hands of hunger The sound of something waiting The dust of ribcage openings If I could only hear your voice saying words back, but I don’t Buried, shielded itching Folded arms twitching Frightened child kneeling Burning rain Stand in the shade and speak through the hands The sleep of the sun is disturbed The city has a dress stained with your loved ones’ blood A strange peace settles outside and swallows you It speaks through the hands of hunger Buried, shielded itching Folded arms twitching Frightened child kneeling Opened grave Stand in the shade