Avenues’ Last Quarter starts like a confrontation. Not the kind with fists or fury—but the kind where silence turns into something sharper. A low growl from the guitars sets the tone, and before the vocals even step in, the room already feels like it’s holding its breath. Then the words come—not polished, not delicate—but gritty, like they’ve been chewed over a dozen times and still come out with teeth.
There’s a tension here that’s impossible to ignore. Lines like “People used to speak so loud, so loud” and “It’s not my day” don’t just convey isolation—they scream of detachment in a world that won’t shut up. The repetition works like a slow echo of burnout, as if the narrator’s been stuck watching the world loop into sameness while trying not to scream back. You can feel the exhaustion behind “Tired of these goddamn deals / They connect sheat,” as though someone’s had enough of boardroom small talk and the sheen of societal pretense.
The musical restraint is what makes this track so affecting. There’s no desperate reach for grandiosity. Instead, the band uses brevity as a weapon. At just over two minutes, Last Quarter doesn’t build—it punches. It feels like being dropped into the middle of someone’s breaking point and then yanked out before they fall apart. And that kind of storytelling—unresolved, raw, unwilling to make you comfortable—is rare.
Originally a 2017 demo resurrected for their Live in Studio: 19.10.2024 album, this version doesn’t feel like a revival. It feels like it’s been simmering all this time, waiting for the right cultural moment to bite. And bite it does—quietly, but hard.
