The Weight of What We Keep: SUTRAS and the Crisis We Carry

There’s no answer waiting at the end of The Crisis of Existence. No crescendo of clarity. No grand closure. Sutras aren’t here to rescue anyone—they’re here to sit in the rubble and speak plainly. Built from charred edges of shoegaze, the heart wrenching feel of screamo and post hardcore and the rhythmic urgency of hardcore, the D.C.-based duo (Tristan Welch and Frederick Ashworth) that we discovered last year, drag unresolved questions into the open, letting them breathe and burn. This hard-hitting album folds personal reckoning into collective collapse, laying bare what it’s like to try and live without clarity, without