Places revealed to those seeking resuscitation, rejuvenation, decompression, atonement. Hidden Hospitals’ iconic mark captures the band’s foundational vision: obscured within the double “H,” a universal symbol for aid. Their unique brand of sound offers ingredient CPR for rock and roll’s dying aesthetic.
The frequently dark, powerful music reverberates with insatiable energy as it oscillates around modern rock and cult electronica, while the profoundly honest lyrical content balances everyday dualities from the first line—“I lost my fingers when I found my fists.”—to the last breath. Together, sound and story create a pulse of hope grounded by unwavering reality that looks beyond life's illusions to discover the most authentic relationships and experiences.
From the ashes of Equal Vision favorites, Damiera, comes the new record by Hidden Hospitals.
The Refectory play a unique brand of progressive grunge. With a sound both full and expansive they evolve and weave through each song, leaving you in a familiar place you haven't heard before. Forming at the Western Connecticut border, the band combines the dissonance of conflict with the subtlety of pensive reflection, blending into a sound entirely their own.
Ourselves, Alone is the result of longtime collaboration between Nick Restivo and Mike Cueto.
They met at a work meeting because Nick was wearing a Don Cab shirt and Mike made it known that Don Cab was one of his favorite bands.
Jamming ensued and they produced a decent amount of material to play with.
Fast forward almost two years later... Mike and Nick had a few songs ready to record and Mike's kind of cousin in law offered to produce them.
After helping Mike write bass parts, Steve was offered the opportunity to stand in as permanent bassist, and he took it.
Ourselves, Alone is currently wrapping up a three song ep produced by Steve Perez that will be ready just in time for Summer's long car rides.
Keep your ears to the ground.