Trespassers contains four tracks of elegant yet abrasive hardcore that delves into the depths of disappointment, displacement and the inevitable disintegration of human relationships.
Formed in 2012 out of a mutual love of melodic hardcore but despair at it’s lack of ambition, Ithaca draw influence from everything from Southern doom to 90s’s math rock as well as the passionate untethered savagery of early Poison The Well and melodious chaos of Oathbreaker. The result is crushing grooves, shrieking guitar squalls that give way to haunting melodic passages and desolate reprieves.
In an age of oversaturation within the genre, Ithaca are sure to be a new guiding light. With a deft nod to their influences whilst resolutely modernising their sound and expanding what can be done when you hone your craft, it’s perhaps time we learned their language.
I couldn't see the woods for the trees
Without the distance between you and me
The consequence of my failures
And seeing nothing in all that had meaning
I know there's a sacred place
For those who barely can recall my face
When it gets colder
We'll take shelter
In that we were nothing more but fleeting
Selfish beginnings have led the mountains into the sea
There's nothing left this world can offer me
Born into ruin we threw our bodies into the deep
There's nothing left this world can offer me
No gods
No masters
No mothers
No fathers
No lovers
No loyalty
No peasants
No royalty
No sons
No daughters
No blood
No water
No future
No past
We were never built to last
I'll wait
And I'll wait
And dust my hands in your remains
And I'll wait
And dust my hands in your remains
I'll wait
And I'll wait
Wait
Selfish beginnings
Nothing left
Born into ruin
Nothing left
Selfish beginnings
Nothing left
Born into ruin
Nothing left
I wait
I will wait