This is the long overdue release of Sweetheart's one and only album, originally recorded in 2005 and left unreleased as the band broke up before the record could come out, finally after being begged by Justin at Expert Work Records the album alongside a 12" single is finally seeing the light of day. So that this Hardcore band from Kent, Ohio can finally receive their dues. The band were Ahmed Gallob, Michael Howard, Greg Lofaro and Bryan Parker. As the sticker on the cover of the Vinyl states No Pedals, No Solos, No Bullshit, Yes riffs, Yes Flams, Yes Screaming.
The A-side opens with An ambient Out West (Intro) with field sounds that allows Talking Tall to explode in bile filled vocals, deep bass incendiary drumming with a welter of guitars as that kid begs his dad for more cash again.
Fuck Purgatory is from deep in the bowels of Sweetheart's collective mentality of dark distain, guitar figures over the ready to obliterate drums that are kept on a tight leash before the vocals bellow at the injustice of it all.
1579 has a tsunami of guitars to help explain the horror of that year, as another house falls apart, the bass crashes and burns descending into a heap of rubble, as if Her Name Is Calla Have been fused to System Of A Down as the misery of destruction feel real.
To Thine Own Selves Be Dudes almost lives up to the title as it fries at the edges of sanity making clear the distain they have for hardcore flag waving patriots, as they want a screamed revolution of a saner sort, encapsulated in the massed guitar storm ending.
The B-side opens with This Tour Shall Pass, they've had enough, played too many toilets, seen too many bland towns, slept on too many floors with only the roaches for company, this is slow sad core as they realize the dream is dying if not already dead.
Viva Eternity they welcome your embrace with full throated urgency pummelling your mind without regrets just let that love in, if you can, against the hardcore widdly outro.
Fuck Hindsight slowly starts to lay out the feelings that caused the band to split up, as the riff rolls around, they are looking for another fan to feed and house them, they can't take this existence much more.
The album closes with Puppies Don't Have Wheels as they have reached the point where they draw the line, they've got there sound down, but can't cut through, just stop whining, find a way to make your art, let the odd time signatures be your guide or crowning glory, as you scream over and over "But art is all, art is dead, is dead".
Find out more at https://sweetheartohio.bandcamp.com/album/the-unbearable-tightness-of-being
