In memoriam: the artists who dimmed under pressure, polish, or fear.
Peak Era: 2016–2019 (Self-Titled → Finding God Before God Finds Me)
Decline: 2022–present (The Death of Peace of Mind)
Cause of Death: Commerce
Once jagged and human; now lacquered for mass appeal.
There was a time their music carried the shake of something lived—a rawness that didn’t ask permission. With attention came expectation, and with expectation came shine. The bruised edges were buffed out. What used to feel like confession now feels like choreography for the feed.
Peak Era: 2016–2019 (One / Two EPs, Sundowning)
Decline: 2023–present (Take Me Back to Eden → onward)
Cause of Death: Aesthetic Inflation
Mystery turned to spectacle; worship drowned under lighting rigs.
The early work felt like kneeling in a dark room—quiet, trembling, sincere. Now the mask performs the myth faster than the music can carry it. Restraint gave way to excess, and in the glow of its own stage lights, the devotion thinned.
Peak Era: 2008–2015 (Sempiternal)
Decline: 2019–present (amo → onward)
Cause of Death: Ego and Exhaustion
Architects of catharsis hollowed out by reinvention without conviction.
They once carved sanctuaries out of noise and need. Sempiternal felt like a revelation taken breath by breath. But somewhere along the way, reinvention replaced intention. The walls stayed standing, but the spirit left the room.
Peak Era: 2017–2021 (Self-Titled EP, Singles Collection, Eternal Blue)
Decline: 2023–present (Rotoscope EP → onward)
Cause of Death: Fear of Alienation
The edges dulled. The ache polished thin.
Their early sound was communion—melody tangled with ache, screams threaded with sincerity. Then came the shimmer: brighter, smoother, safer. The vulnerability stayed hinted at but never opened all the way. What once felt spectral now feels staged.
Peak Era: 2016 (13 EP)
Decline: 2019–present (Butterfly EP → onward)
Cause of Death: Self-Betrayal
"How can you live forced into parallel lines / All functioning under the same mind?"
They answered the question by stepping into the lines themselves.
13 carried the charm of youth straining toward meaning—rough, reaching, real. But as their audience grew, the edges narrowed. Rebellion rehearsed itself until the truth slipped out the back door.