San Antonio’s Haunt Me sprang from the restless mind of vocalist and multi-instrumentalist Darius Davila, who launched the project in February 2021. That same year, he unleashed both a debut EP and full-length album, laying the foundation for a sound steeped in longing and late-night introspection. Soon after, longtime collaborator Hilario Bautista joined, the two having shared stages in multiple bands before. Now a trio stationed in Texas, Haunt Me channels a brooding alchemy of post-punk, darkwave, and indie rock, shifting from raw, jagged edges to a colder, more electronic pulse. Their influences stretch across decades, melding melancholic melodies with dance floor decadence. The latest album leans into synthwave textures, sharpening their sound into something both intimate and unrelenting, where deep basslines and shimmering synths collide under the glow of neon-lit noir.
For the past four years, the duo have been writing and composing music together releasing several critically acclaimed EPs. Watch You Bleed is their sophomore album.
“If our debut album was all about romance, heartbreak, love and love lost, our second album is all about passion, lust, carnal desire and a toxic yet endearing vampire love story inspired heavily by Bram Stoker…this album was years in the making and we poured our blood (no pun intended) sweat and tears into it,” the band says.
The album opens with the anxious synth beats and darkwave atmosphere of Bloodlust with its 80s movie synth vibes. A relentless hunger consumes the poor soul; an insatiable need that cannot be denied. This is not love, but something darker: passion sharpened into predation, desire laced with cruelty. A slow dance with death, bodies entwined in the throes of bloodlust, where warmth is absent and sympathy has long since vanished. The night belongs to deadly creatures, hunting with cold intent, their hunger never satisfied.
Desire turns decadent, a feverish fixation wrapped in submission and control in Filthy. Hunger prowls the dance floor, a predator’s gaze locking onto its willing prey. Temptation teeters between thrill and threat, whispered words melting into sweat-slicked skin. Bound by lust, restraint unravels, pleasure tangled in power. This is not love—it is surrender, reckless, raw, and unrepentant. This number is bass-driven dark post-punk: stark and brooding like a silent film, with an icy tone cutting across the song like the talon of a hungry vulture.
In the Depeche Mode-esque, Their Hate Will Destroy Them, betrayal slithers in the dark, venomous whispers curdling into schemes. Enemies lurk with polished smiles, daggers poised behind their backs, waiting for the fall. But treachery is a fickle beast, and the weight of their own malice drags them down. The empire they built on envy collapses, their cathedral of spite swallowed by fire. They plotted ruin, but it is their own fate sealed in the embers, their own ambitions turned to ash.
Desire and discipline entwine in the dim glow of Red Room, where submission and control blur into something primal. Bound hands, blindfolded eyes, the sharp sting of leather against willing skin; every strike, every whispered command, a ritual of surrender. Pleasure and pain become indistinguishable, a feverish dance of obedience and indulgence. The air is thick with anticipation, the body yielding to the unspoken pact. In this space, limits dissolve, and the only truth is the one written in moans and bruises.
The sultry, seductive Surrender To The Night drips slow like candle wax, thick and smoldering, as bodies entwine beneath the cloak of night. Sounding like a lost Dalis Car track with its quirky and experimental pan flute synths and jagged guitars, the air hums with hunger: fangs at the throat, nails against skin, whispered demands spilling between gasps. Crimson smears against pale flesh, a fever of submission and control. Leather tightens, wooden lashes sting, bruises bloom like the first flowers of spring. The edge between pleasure and pain vanishes, swallowed in the fevered throes of obsession. Devour and be devoured. The night is long, and the craving is insatiable. Surrender is the only salvation.
Watch You Bleed lingers like a rusted blade, buried deep, festering with time. It tells the tale of a love that once burned hot, but now it smolders into something far crueler: vengeance sharpened to a fine edge. No more whispered devotions, no more aching surrender. The wound still sings, but it hums a different tune now. Knees scrape against the cold floor, voices crack beneath the weight of regret. No mercy, no absolution, only the satisfaction of watching the guilty writhe, of turning pain into penance. The hands that once caressed now tighten, forcing reckoning upon the damned. Let the suffering begin. The song is cinematic, like an old VHS driven by light xylophone glasslike pulses, crunchy snares, and cold wave organ synths.
In Bleed For Me love, defiant and doomed, clings to the night, refusing to be torn apart by the world’s cruel hands. Passion and pain blur—blood becomes a vow, sacrifice a testament. Two souls, once lost, now find sanctuary in each other, an altar built from devotion and desire. No distance too great, no sacrifice too steep. Love, eternal, unyielding. This darkwave seranade has everything: catchy retro synth spirals, baroque vibes like wandering around in Castlevania…And what’s that? A moment from Bram Stoker’s Dracula?
Desire drifts like a whispered vow in Inhale Exhale: delicate yet relentless. Love, tender and consuming, lingers in every breath, an unshaken devotion etched into longing. The warmth of presence, the ache of absence, like a flower reaching for light in the dead of winter. An inescapable connection, a ghost that lingers, haunting, beautiful, impossible to outrun. The song is a synth wave goth fever dream, opening a sanguine scene where darkness falls and droning guitars echo like ghosts.
In Cemetery Rendezvous, breath and flesh entwine in a ritual of surrender, a silent devotion where words are unnecessary. In the hush of the cemetery, sin becomes salvation, indulgence a sacred rite. Lust and liberation collide beneath the weight of night, where passion thrives beyond the reach of the living. This track has a tasty, dark disco beat and guitar hook that feels like a waltz into darkness in the coldest tomb with the most spiderwebs.
Scream For Me cuts through the dark, tangled in agony and ecstasy, raw and relentless. Flesh yields beneath hungry hands, surrendering to the inevitable. A whispered vow lingers in the air, a promise made, a promise kept. Pleasure and pain entwine, indistinguishable, a fevered devotion sealed in breathless moans and desperate pleas. This song has a chilling retro synth vibe, icy guitar accents with vampiric vocals doing a classic goth croon.
A hunger beyond flesh, a need that eclipses reason—this is not mere indulgence, but ritual, in Devour. Every whispered plea is answered, every desire consumed, leaving nothing but breathless surrender. A fevered rhythm pulses with tension in a dark dance floor beat. tongues entwined, bodies yielding to an inevitability that neither can resist. Like the dark allure of a Joyfriend track pulsing through the walls of a smoke-drenched underground venue, there is no escape—only the heady embrace of total surrender.
Finally, VHS Horror Night takes us on a descent into celluloid terror, a lullaby laced with dread. Sleep comes easy in a lover’s arms, but the screen hums, flickers, pulls. One moment safe, the next, lost in the grainy static of a slasher’s reel. A masked figure lurks, twisted creatures howl—an endless chase through midnight woods where the rules are rigged and the script is set. No door will hold, no path will save. The credits will never roll. The reel keeps spinning. The nightmare never ends. Think Christian Death meets Goblin and Twin Tribes with its guitar moaning and italo ascending synths that rapidly rise like an icy heartbeat.
Watch You Bleed is out now. Listen below and order your copy on red vinyl here:
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