Band Name and Location:
CONSUMPTION, out of Hartford, CT.
Kristin – Vocals
Shane – Guitar
Tim – Drums
Paul – Bass
And someone else down the road playing more guitar. Hopefully.
When did you get together?
September or October of last year. (2011) Shane, Tim, and I play in OILTANKER together, and our other guitar
player decided to leave the country. Kristin sang for another band around here called ATTENTAT, and we
weren’t about to sit around on our hands for when Opton came back. So we started CONSUMPTION.
What are your songs about?
It’s all over the place. There are songs about wage slavery and barely scraping by; about the resurgent
war against women; of the US’s aggression against the Hawaiian nation, and the perpetuated image of
an island paradise; about the backlash in the punk scene towards being “PC,” (which in most cases just
boils down to caring about the people and world around you); and about dealing with cancer, and the
stigma attached to chronic illness.
What are the main ideas behind the band?
Mostly playing music with friends and having what fun we can between all the bullshit of everyday life.
Also drinking beer. Or wine for Kristin, since she hates beer.
Describe your sound:
Fast and loud! Connecticrust!
What sets you apart from other bands?
Not much really, we’re just a handful of punks playing music and having a good time.
What’s your local scene like?
Connecticut as a whole is going pretty strong. The Whitney House in Hartford is the only place to have
shows in Hartford, and it has been for the past 4 or 5 years, but it’s still real active. There’s also a lot of
shit popping up around New Haven and New London which is awesome. The one negative thing you
could say about CT is it’s pretty fractured for such a small state.
Like everyone else, we’re planning on recording and touring. We’ll be doing the former come
September or October, hopefully doing a split with our friends ABSUM, and also shooting to do a 7” or
LP of our own too. The latter, I think we’re shooting for January, after we can get something out!
We have none; we’ll just keep talking your ear off.