Holy rollers want to take away your fun
Doom scrollers hands’ upon the gun
Preaching with venom on their tongue
On their knees for some old fashioned fun
In this new cathedral of glass and signal, humanity kneels before the glowing altar of its own reflection. The web hums like a nervous system stretched across the globe, each pulse a confession, each click a communion of loneliness. We scroll not for truth but for confirmation, gorging ourselves on outrage until empathy starves. The distance between one soul and another, once measured in miles, is now counted in pixels; a chasm disguised as connection. Here, extremism thrives like mold in the damp corners of our collective mind, nourished by algorithms that mistake fervor for faith. What was meant to unite us has become a hall of mirrors where every thought refracts into fury. And yet, we return, again and again, because even in this poisoned light, we crave the warmth of recognition, the illusion that someone, somewhere, is looking back through the screen and truly seeing us.
Still, there’s a certain deranged poetry in watching a culture eat itself online. Pittsburgh’s ShadowMouth bottle that digital bile and make it sing. DOOM SCROLLERS vs HOLY ROLLERS feels like an electric sermon screamed through a cracked phone screen. It’s the soundtrack of civilization endlessly refreshing the apocalypse.
The track churns with mechanical precision and decadent decay. It sounds like Nine Inch Nails and Type O Negative getting rowdy in a data center, whispering conspiracy psalms through the hum of dying servers. The beat hits like a migraine. The bass grinds low and mean, while Rick Polo’s voice drips with both contempt and clarity. The rhythm feels like the act of doomscrolling itself: hypnotic, anxious, irresistible.
The song skewers the age of online crusaders and dopamine junkies. Holy rollers want to take away your fun / Doom scrollers hands’ upon the gun. It’s grotesque, absurd, and true. This is modern life framed as a morality play between the sanctimonious and the soulless, each locked in their feedback loop of outrage and righteousness. The saints and sinners are the same species now, just arguing over bandwidth.
“Doom Scrolling is something that is increasingly hard to avoid at times, says Polo. “We are all guilty of it at one time or another. and then there’s that emptiness, knowing how much time was wasting on literally nothing. Whether its simply trying to kill time, or procrastinate, or the seemingly endless chase of endorphins every time you refresh the feed, looking for something to fill that void. Conversely, there are no shortage of parasitic lost souls roaming the web searching for connection via dangerous, often extremist viewpoints. Lost souls always find one another in the dark, for better or worse.”
ShadowMouth chronicle the rot with industrial precision. DOOM SCROLLERS vs HOLY ROLLERS is less a song than a diagnosis, a digital requiem for empathy. It’s brutal, magnetic, and grimly accurate—a love letter to the sickness we can’t stop scrolling through.
Modern Alchemy arrives early 2026. If this is the gospel according to the algorithm, ShadowMouth are its reluctant prophets.
Listen to DOOM SCROLLERS vs HOLY ROLLERS below and order the single here.
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