There’s no grand reinvention here, no desperate lunge toward relevance. What THE AMITY AFFLICTION deliver on House of Cards is something far less marketable and far more vital: clarity under pressure. Not polished, not pretty—just brutally, unavoidably clear. Where Not Without My Ghosts felt like a band proving they still had teeth, House of Cards is what happens after the fight is over and the bruises have settled in. This is the sound of survival without the victory lap. Fr