We are the ones that cook your dinner
We could be pissing in your drinks
We are the ones who fix your beamers
We could be fucking up your brakes
We are the ones who build your mansions
We might hardwire the pool
We are the ones who tote your weapons
And we drive your kids to school
We want our thanksgiving
(or) you will never be forgiven
We are the ones who guard your houses
We might just ignore that kook
We are the ones that bury your spouses
We might sell them as food
We are the ones who install your big screen
We might be watching you
We are the ones who tote your weapons
And we drive your kids to school
We are the ones who make your money
You need us, we don't need you
We are the ones who do your labour
That you can't or will not do
We are the ones, ignore the rancor
Of so-called "working fools"
That have the pride, strength and numbers
Bring to mind, just who needs who.
Powerful in every way, this DC hardcore group's first full-length is the siren song to having no home as a person of color—in punk, in society, in America. It could not have arrived at a more appropriate time. Bandcamp Album of the Day Jul 15, 2016
Heady hardcore punk from Black Aubergine has groove, heft, and an experimental edge percolating behind the blown-out surface. Bandcamp New & Notable May 23, 2023
The soaring arcs of post-rock, the punchy rhythms of post-hardcore, and the jagged lines of post-punk all join on the latest from Aversions. Bandcamp New & Notable May 2, 2023