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Built to Break You: Dead/Awake - Southbound (EP Review) Released: 3/14/25

 

Rockford, Illinois, has a long history of producing bands that hit harder than their size suggests, and Dead/Awake carries that tradition with absolute ferocity. Their album Southbound is a ruthless, tightly‑wound display of modern heaviness and a record that blends metalcore, deathcore, and hardcore into something that feels both sharpened and unhinged. The lineup: Dillon James Hare, Michael Campa, Mike Levi, Dylan Thew, and Devin Taylor operates like a demolition crew with surgical instincts, tearing through each track with precision and intent. There’s a sense that every member knows exactly when to restrain and when to detonate, giving the album a dynamic tension that keeps the listener braced for impact.

Southbound thrives on contrast: breakdowns that feel like collapsing buildings, riffs that snap with mechanical violence, and vocal performances that swing between venom and desperation. The band’s chemistry is unmistakable. Guitars carve out jagged, rhythmic patterns that feel engineered to disorient before locking into devastating grooves. Drums hit with a sense of controlled chaos and always on the edge of spiraling out, yet anchored by tight, deliberate execution. Bass lines thicken the low end until it feels like the floor is vibrating, adding a physical weight to the music that’s impossible to ignore. Dillon’s vocals sit at the center of the storm, shifting between guttural punishment and raw, emotional abrasion, giving each track a sense of urgency that feels lived‑in rather than performed. Lyrically and thematically, the album leans into struggle, self‑reckoning, and the weight of personal history. There’s a sense of movement, almost serving as a hint of heading “southbound,” and not as a direction, but rather as a descent into the places we avoid until we’re forced to confront them.

 Dead/Awake channel that descends into something cathartic rather than hopeless. The record feels like a purge, a way of burning through the darkness to see what’s left standing. Moments of introspection are buried beneath layers of aggression, but they’re there, and it flickers of vulnerability that make the heaviness hit even harder. What makes Southbound stand out is how Rockford’s grit bleeds through every moment. There’s no gloss, no pretense, just a band pushing their sound to its breaking point while staying rooted in the Midwest’s no‑nonsense heavy music ethos. You can hear the influence of the region’s hardcore and metal scenes in the band’s refusal to over‑polish or dilute their sound. 

Dead/Awake know exactly who they are, and they deliver it with conviction. The album feels like the product of long nights in cramped practice spaces, of shows played in basements and VFW halls, of a community that values authenticity over perfection. Southbound is a punishing, adrenaline‑charged release that cements Dead/Awake as one of the most intense and uncompromising heavy acts coming out of Illinois. It’s the kind of album that leaves you bruised, energized, and ready to hit repeat and not because it’s easy to digest, but because it taps into something visceral and real. Dead/Awake have crafted a record that doesn’t just demand attention; it earns it through sheer force, emotional honesty, and unrelenting power.


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