Do It Faster

Everything here is velocity and compression — the song opens immediately at full throttle and refuses to negotiate with the listener. Militarie Gun's guitarwork is tight-wound melodic hardcore that carries genuine songwriting craft inside its aggression, riffs that are hooky enough to hum but delivered with an urgency that leaves no room for comfort. The drums hit with a directness that feels almost confrontational, not technically flashy but kinetically perfect — every hit has purpose. Ian Shelton's vocals sit at the front of the mix with a rawness that reads as physical effort, shouting that retains melodic shape without softening its edges. The lyrical core is about self-imposed pressure and the exhaustion of constant forward motion — the command of the title turned inward, against the self rather than outward toward anyone else. There's a contemporary post-hardcore intelligence here that aligns with the LA scene from which it emerged: influenced by DC melodic hardcore but processed through a more self-aware, emotionally literate lens. The song is over quickly, which feels right — extending it would dilute the impact. You put this on when you need to translate internal frustration into physical motion, when you're moving through a city on foot and need your pace externalized into sound. It has the quality of a two-minute release valve.