Raucous and hearty, PLAY DEAD is the new elite punk that your heart of hearts desired.
Right here and now, you’re offered a slice of excitement, where you can dance to the delight and never be forced to go to bed before 2am. It’s a call of your urges. It’s a call to the silence of loudness. It’s the call to arms, for the revolution in your head.
As the band tells it: “The song recounts a story of a friend of the band, who came into contact with some ADHD pills. The friend felt it was in everyone’s best interests to take all of them. He waited a while and nothing happened so they decided to go home. Six hours later and in bed, he started to get the overwhelming feeling that I was going to die. He had overdosed, he was dying and he had school in the morning. The next day he found a 10 minute video of him telling friends, including the band, that he had accepted defeat and this was the end.”
It’s a harsh tale. However, has a romanticism to the plight, just like out of story book.
No lessons. No judgements. No anger.
Just however it transpired and the disappointment of questions, which lingered.