The Body Still Moves ( Self-Titled EP 2016)
The self titled EP of fictional band The Body Still Moves.
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6 songs
2:44
A raw, chaotic metalcore track driven by two harsh vocalists — one male, one female — both screaming from different sides of the same collapse, His voice is deep, guttural, and desperate, breaking apart with every phrase, Hers is higher, cracked, and trembling, cutting through his with sharp, emotional intensity, They overlap and interrupt each other, shouting confessions that sound like arguments with the sky, No melody, no clean vocals — only distortion, breath, and exhaustion, Guitars surge in violent waves and the drums crash like collapsing walls, leaving room for moments of silence where their voices hang in reverb, raw and human, It feels like two souls screaming the same truth until there’s nothing left but static
1:54
A raw, chaotic metalcore track driven by two harsh vocalists — one male, one female — both screaming from different sides of the same collapse, His voice is deep, guttural, and desperate, breaking apart with every phrase, Hers is higher, cracked, and trembling, cutting through his with sharp, emotional intensity, They overlap and interrupt each other, shouting confessions that sound like arguments with the sky, No melody, no clean vocals — only distortion, breath, and exhaustion, Guitars surge in violent waves and the drums crash like collapsing walls, leaving room for moments of silence where their voices hang in reverb, raw and human, It feels like two souls screaming the same truth until there’s nothing left but static
3:02
A raw, chaotic metalcore track driven by two harsh vocalists — one male, one female — both screaming from different sides of the same collapse, His voice is deep, guttural, and desperate, breaking apart with every phrase, Hers is higher, cracked, and trembling, cutting through his with sharp, emotional intensity, They overlap and interrupt each other, shouting confessions that sound like arguments with the sky, No melody, no clean vocals — only distortion, breath, and exhaustion, Guitars surge in violent waves and the drums crash like collapsing walls, leaving room for moments of silence where their voices hang in reverb, raw and human, It feels like two souls screaming the same truth until there’s nothing left but static
3:14
A raw, chaotic metalcore track driven by two harsh vocalists — one male, one female — both screaming from different sides of the same collapse, His voice is deep, guttural, and desperate, breaking apart with every phrase, Hers is higher, cracked, and trembling, cutting through his with sharp, emotional intensity, They overlap and interrupt each other, shouting confessions that sound like arguments with the sky, No melody, no clean vocals — only distortion, breath, and exhaustion, Guitars surge in violent waves and the drums crash like collapsing walls, leaving room for moments of silence where their voices hang in reverb, raw and human, It feels like two souls screaming the same truth until there’s nothing left but static
3:08
A raw, chaotic metalcore track driven by two harsh vocalists — one male, one female — both screaming from different sides of the same collapse, His voice is deep, guttural, and desperate, breaking apart with every phrase, Hers is higher, cracked, and trembling, cutting through his with sharp, emotional intensity, They overlap and interrupt each other, shouting confessions that sound like arguments with the sky, No melody, no clean vocals — only distortion, breath, and exhaustion, Guitars surge in violent waves and the drums crash like collapsing walls, leaving room for moments of silence where their voices hang in reverb, raw and human, It feels like two souls screaming the same truth until there’s nothing left but static
3:48
A raw, chaotic metalcore track driven by two harsh vocalists — one male, one female — both screaming from different sides of the same collapse, His voice is deep, guttural, and desperate, breaking apart with every phrase, Hers is higher, cracked, and trembling, cutting through his with sharp, emotional intensity, They overlap and interrupt each other, shouting confessions that sound like arguments with the sky, No melody, no clean vocals — only distortion, breath, and exhaustion, Guitars surge in violent waves and the drums crash like collapsing walls, leaving room for moments of silence where their voices hang in reverb, raw and human, It feels like two souls screaming the same truth until there’s nothing left but static