The failures of incarceration and colonization fester like old wounds left to rot, their poisons seeping into every crevice of society. Prisons stack bodies like cordwood, men and women swallowed whole by concrete and steel, their lives stripped down to numbers, their humanity crushed beneath the weight of cycles never meant to be broken. Colonization carved its mark into history with blood and fire, uprooting cultures, severing tongues, and poisoning generations with the lie of progress. The echoes remain: disparity, dislocation, the tightening grip of power masquerading as order. The past isn’t past; it lingers, bleeding into every tomorrow.
Born from the restless bones of punk and deathrock, Truly Lost carries the echoes of past rebellions into the circuitry of the present. St. and DH, veterans of the underground, lace industrial abrasion with synth-driven tension, shaping a requiem for the forgotten. Their sound bends across darkwave, coldwave, synthpop, and witch house: each track a pulse of defiance, a hymn for those who refuse to be erased.
Now, Truly Lost sends up a distress signal, a flashing beacon from the wreckage of a world sinking fast. Their EP Metamora crackles with the cold hum of machines built to break bodies, systems stitched together with steel and silence. Black Machinery grinds forward, an EBM cyberpunk dirge soaked in the sickness of incarceration, a lament for lives locked away, discarded like scrap. Star Thieves drifts closer to the dark currents of synthpop and darkwave, tracing the ghosts of stolen lands, fractured histories, and the poisonous legacy of colonization.
Following their Mexico City debut, Metamora marks a new chapter. It is a haunted broadcast from the edges of the abyss—a dispatch for the displaced, an album for those still fighting to be seen.
Listen to Metamora below and order the album here.
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