Growth - 'Under The Under' - Out March 20, 2026 Via Wild Thing Records.
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*Credits:*
Cast:
Elizabeth Allan - Nurse Mokoi, Medea
Antony Koum - The Patient
Ben Frizon - The Beast, Nurse Sonhera
Written and Directed by Nick Rackham
Developed with Growth
Video by Steller Media
Film and Edit - Karl Steller
BTS and Set Assist - Abbey Bamford
Props and Beast Costume - Nick Rackham
Wardrobe - L.F, Elizabeth Allan and Nick Rackham
Production Assistants: L.F, Tristan Barnes, Ben Boyle, Jim Luxford
Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Tristan Barnes at Underland Recordings in Melbourne, Australia
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*Lyrics:*
To the wretch
Sunlight in the corner of the cage is hellfire
To the wastrel
Shambolic, limbs outstretched towards hunger
Nectar from the open hand
As a greaved fist
Set to break the child against the bars
In your vaulted chambers derelict
Your veneer of strength foully stripped
Corridors haunted
Howling with the lonely ghosts you’ve left behind
What becomes of you
When that hunger comes home?
Into the shrieking of the light from a dawn where tears fall freely
Where deepening thunders call
Like the stars, no longer vacant and cold
But terrible, starving and vast
Shine upon you
Pitiless. Blinding.
To the wretch,
To the wastrel
Coward that you are
Bellowing grief
The cruellest refrain
So besieged in all your frailty
Drowning within your own, your own grave upheaval
In your vaulted chambers derelict
Your veneer of strength foully stripped
Pleading for merciful sleep
Usher in the whispered light
Embracing bruise and fracture
Kissing them with numb shadow
What becomes of the broken hearted when the cleft is drawn by rot?
What mercurial rage could possibly fuse the soul that man forgot?
And what path does the volley take when the bow is drawn by crippled hands?
In the midst of such a maelstrom, where does the broken man stand?
Under the under
Run, rage, climb, fall, from under the under