THE GHOST INSIDE // Dear Youth

“The Ghost Inside envelop you in their frustrated lament to life in these mercurial times.”

There’s something that darkens Dear Youth in the shadows. There’s an unstable bridge between the overcurrent of hostility in Jonathan Vigil’s darkwave delivery and the hopelessness while he take a bated breath. He’s hoping he’ll capture an urgent answer he may never receive. Everything’s intimating. Everything is muscular; The Ghost Inside are like stallions torn between struggling at the lash or yearning to run free. The coda changes from blustery thrashes to whipped doom on Avalanche, the punk percussion taking the track to a slowing crawl, An unnerving accusation rears itself: count the clock till the overhaul/you built a bomb inside my walls. On With The Wolves and Out Of Control, the songs are written in the present and reference the past; it attempts measuring the chasm between the innocence of youth and what’s been lost in the interim. Long gone fearlessness, the white knuckling of an attempt to find a direction amid an endless drift. Through question, through embrace or through futile resistance, Vigil reveals himself and dares you to open up in kind. The repeat of Wolves’ “I can’t find my way” is a mockingbird teasing his repent at all his fury, his sorrow, his exhilaration of having it all expelled. Dear Youth serves as relief. It’s a vicarious companion for those whose desire and disappointment is unbridled, for those finding deliciously drowning in adulthood seldom matches the ideal. The Ghost Inside make you venture an inch deeper into their malaise, enveloping you in their frustrated lament to life in these mercurial times.

FOR FANS OF: Counterparts, Bleeding Through, Parkway Drive.

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Dear Youth is out now via Epitaph Records.

Read the Sneak Peek to Hysteria’s upcoming cover feature on The Ghost Inside here.