I might be damn wrong about this, but this is just my humble opinion. IMO this song is about him trying to resist some girl he's with or been with.Įverytime he meets her or is with this girl, she makes him feel like a lump of lifeless meat, trying to resist her but fails at resisting her hoping this time he will do what he wants to do so it'll finally be all over between them, tell her how he feels about their relationship, that it aint gonna work cuz they have nothing but bad memories to look back at, and he is feeling bad about causing her emotional pain several times and wanting to take her pain away But they keep on trying to make it work although they never get to that point. A laundry mishap destroyed most of my good band shirts.Give me the strength to return, return the breath you've stolen I shaved off my black hair because the regrowth made me look like I was going bald. Around the world thousands of teenagers are screaming “CARRION!!!” – in Sofia, in Sao Paolo, in Indianapolis, in Bucharest, Bogota and Minsk. But Carrion is still the one they close with. Parkway put out two more albums and even got a song in the Triple J hottest 100 in 2011 (at 97!). “CARRION!!!” We were screaming it at No Sleep Til Sydney, when I went with a mate who had just returned from Afghanistan on a tour “CARRION!!!” at Woden basketball court or at the UNSW Roundhouse, or in the car driving to the library to study, or in my first-year uni room screaming “CARRION!!!” while I was putting the iron over my fringe before tutes. There were no idiots on pingers or festival creeps. We never had problems at those shows like you do at the likes of Big Day Out. The singer from the Bronx did his set crowdsurfing with a sombrero and a tin of VB. We’d come streaming out of the pit to knock back Bundy and Cokes between sets because we were 18 and we could we’d shout: “So cry me a fucking river” with massive smiles on our faces before the breakdown in Romance is Dead and we’d always head home alone because we were terrified of the scene girls with pink hair and heart-padlock tattoos on their collarbones.Īt Soundwave in 2007, the rain belted down and we moshed to Carrion so hard that steam poured off the pit. I loved the solidarity of it all, even if I was too awkward to talk to anyone except my friends. By the end of the night we were all crammed onto the tiny pub stage, ears bursting from the kicks and getting those pointy ESP guitar necks in the ribs. Photograph: SuppliedĪt one show, in the now-defunct Jamison Inn in Canberra, everyone screamed “CARRION!!!” while a guy jumped off the PA on a boogie board. Straightened circumstances: Adam Brereton at a uni bands competition in 2007. “CARRION!!!” and then a huge breath for the call back: “Dying from the inside.” That doesn’t even make sense, really, but when you think about it, neither did straightening your hair in the bathrooms between sets. With Carrion, Parkway had a true crowd-pleaser and had arrived. This was shit to shout until your voice went, while giving boosts to crowdsurfers wearing Alexisonfire shirts, Acacia Strain shirts, Trivium shirts, Bury Your Dead shirts. The lyrics were emo as anything, but who cared? My mates and I kept going to the gigs, screaming “Carrion!” at the top of our lungs. I went to Canberra for uni, dyed my hair black, grew a fringe and started wearing T-shirts with coffins on them. It was, in the language of metal reviewing, both more melodic and more brutal than ever.

Guys jumped from the speakers and the stage into the kids below, Michael Crafter walked out on everyone’s shoulders.Īll the songs sounded the same and I just wanted to jump around. They were influenced by bands like Unearth and In Flames, bands with whom they now share top billing.Īt Sydney University’s Manning Bar in December 2006, we screamed our guts out when Winston stuck his mic into the crowd and we cheered when they played Gimme AD.

Its members were never that into metal, but came up at the same time as US metalcore giants Killswitch Engage and As I Lay Dying. Parkway is metal for punk kids, straight out of Australia’s hardcore punk mecca: Byron Bay High School. There were no emo “clean” vox either – just huge guitars, Winston McCall’s guttural screaming, mammoth breakdowns, stage-dives and circle pits, guys and girls jumping and pushing and screaming.

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