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  • Finally, the third LP from AGNOSY has arrived! 

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    Dark, heavy, galloping crust from the streets of London. AGNOSY is back to present us with a ferocious beast of an album that can only be forged by the anger and frustration of living in today’s world. “When Daylight Reveals The Torture” aggressively attacks evils such the current rise of fascism and animal abuse. It intelligently and passionately touches on the Afrin invasion and the revolution in Rojava and shows nothing but utter disgust toward the arrogance of humankind’s lust for greed and power that will inevitably lead us down paths of war and environmental devastation.

    AGNOSY – Live at SCUMFEST in London. 2011

    While lyrically AGNOSY are much more politicly straight forward this time around than on previous releases, musically they have expanded on their sound to create a dark and moody atmosphere while at the same time staying crust as fuck. To say they know what they are doing would be an understatement from this band of vets whose members have played in HIATUS, HEALTH HAZARD, and BEGINNING OF THE END.

    Long galloping intros are followed up by traditional d-beat, fierce solo’s are then meet with vicious vocals and pulverizing bass in a brilliant recording captured by Lewis Johns at The Ranch Production House and was mastered by Brad Boatright at Portland’s legendary Audiosiege. We then pressed on deluxe heavyweight 150-gram vinyl,  printed on reverse board jackets, and included an 11in x 22in gatefold insert to bring you a high quality and truly epic record.  

    Click this link to buy AGNOSY “When Daylight Reveals the Torture” Vinyl

    Click this link Stream or Download from our BANDCAMP page

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  • The legendary crust classic is now available once again!

    Authorized and released in cooperation with MISERY, S.D.S., & MCR Japan & Remastered by Jack Butcher at Enormous Door Studio we are beyond proud to make one one the most rare and sought after crust records available  once again.

    Fuck the scavengers charging punks exuberant amounts of cash on ebay and discogs. We worked meticulously with both bands and with Jack at Enormous door to bring you an updated version that kicks major audio ass while maintaining the original authenticity. 

    Released on deluxe 150 gram vinyl. With an 11×11 inner sleeve. Black Paper Jacket. Reverse Board Jacket.

    Feel free to Stream or Download at our Bandcamp page – HERE

    Buy a physical copy of the Vinyl from our webstore – HERE

    Check out Terminal Sound Nuisance for an outstanding review of the original LP. The review gives insight on not only the music but the records long lasting impact on crust music and why it remains so important to this day. – http://terminalsoundnuisance.blogspot.com/2013/06/misery-sds-pain-in-suffering-future.html
    S.D.S.
    MISERY

    Earlier this year we re-issued this legendary LP and sold over 950 copies in just 4 short months. For this second pressing we pressed 490 copies on Krystal Clear & 485 on Grey Vinyl with Black Mist.

    Crystal Clear (Bullet belt no included)
    Grey With Black Mist (Bullet belt no included)
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    UNITED STATES
  • Stench crust the way it was meant to be played!

    The UK crust scene of the 1980’s inspired band after band but no other band has ever reincarnated the sound of that time as well as SWORDWIELDER. Quite simply if you like crust, then this the album you have waited decades for.

    Package includes- 
    LP pressed on deluxe 150-gram vinyl. 
    Reverse board jacket 
    Printed inner sleeve 
    11×17 poster

    Stream album for free or download for a small fee here – https://profaneexistence.bandcamp.com/album/swordwielder-system-overlord-lp

    Buy Vinyl here – https://profaneexistence.bandcamp.com/album/swordwielder-system-overlord-lp

    Review by Craig Hayes from “Your Last Rites”… 
    Swordwielder – System Overlord 
    Heavyweight punk fanatics take note: System Overlord is a fucking triumph. The long-awaited sophomore album from Gothenburg stenchcore band Swordwielder is a brooding behemoth, constructed from the filthiest and heftiest strains of punk and metal. System Overlord shimmers with apocalyptic visions, and it’s overflowing with all the grim atmospherics and intimidating intensity that defines consummate crushing crust.

    Too much hype? No way… And no apologies, either. Swordwielder deal in definitive stenchcore on System Overlord, and much like their full-length debut, 2013’s Grim Visions of Battle, the band’s latest release is a knockout. Swordwielder’s harsh, gruff and dark sound owes a significant debt to old school icons like Amebix, Axegrinder, Deviated Instinct, and Antisect, and they mix and mangle their influences and leave ’em to rot on the battlefield.

    Plenty of hammering rage drives System Overlord tracks like “Violent Revolution,” “Savage Execution” and “Cyborgs,” and thundering epics like “Corrupt Future” and “Northern Lights” exhibit subtler strengths, mixing guttural growls and clean vocals with crashing percussion and dirge-laden riffs. Connoisseurs of corpse-dragging crust will love the brute-force belligerence of “Absolute Fear,” “Nuclear Winter,” and “Second Attack,” which rain down like merciless mortar barrages. As a rule, all of System Overlord‘s mammoth tracks chug and churn with grinding muscle, while reeking of squalor and decay.

    Swordwielder exudes tightly coiled aggression from start to finish here—songs rise from the ashes of desolation, and resounding calls for action and resistance ring loud. If you’re a fan of heavy-hitters like Fatum, War//Plague, Carnage, Zygome, Cancer Spreading or (insert your favorite hefty crust crew here), System Overlord‘s trampling tempo and strapping sound are bound to appeal.

    Crust profane existence swordwielder
  •  We are happy to announce our next new release

    WILT – “Self Titled” 

    WILT combine old school metal and crust in a perfect hybrid that very few others have ever achieved. Prepare for a LP thats equal parts galloping d-beat crust reminiscent of bands like HELLSHOCK, and INSTINCT OF SURVIVAL, meets old school death metal in the vein of BOLT THROWER, MEMORIAM (old) SEPULTURA.

     

    Here is a track from the upcoming LP

    https://profanexistence.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/02-sermon-for-the-bootlickers.wav

     

    “Sermon for the Bootlickers”

    Despite the inculcation of helplessness within each there remains great power. Ill at ease with such makes us ill. Learn to see the hand that feeds for what it is. You’ve been fooled if you think you’ve got no power. Refuse to be reduced to a consumer you’re a human being. Define yourself by more than wealth. Define yourself as a human. You don’t need what you’re being sold. Bend your knee to no authority but your own mind. You have the power to avoid the gilded trap. Avarice is what you’re conditioned for. Break the mold discover what’s really valuable to you. 

    WILT will be on in Europe this July / August will ELECTROZOMBIES From Chile

    Wed, July 12 Hanover / Germany / Confirmed
    Thu, July 13 Bremen  
    Fri, July 14 Mulhem / Germany / Confirmed  
    Sat, July 15 Gent, Belgium / CrustPicnic / Confirmed
    Sun, July 16 Paris / France or Amsterdam / Nederland  
    July 18 North-East France or West Germany 
    July 19 Freiburg / Germany TBC 
    July 20 Winterthur / Switzerland 
    Fri, July 21 Zurich / Switzerland
    Sat, July 22 Biel / Switzerland 
    July 23 Lausanne or Geneva / Switzerland 
    July 24 Geneva / Switzerland or Grenoble france
    July 25 Treviso (or Milano or Bologna or Verona) / Italy
    July 26 Ljubljana Slovenia Confirmed
    July 27 No Sanctuary chilling day
    Fri, July 28 NoSanctuary Confirmed
    Sat, July 29 NoSanctuary Confirmed
    July 30 Ilirska Bistrica/Slovenia or Vienna/Austria or Budapest/Hungary.
    July 31 Wiena / Austrai or Budapest or / Slovakia
    August 1 Brno / Czech Republic.
    August 2 Prague / Czech Republic
    August 3 Finsterwalde / Germany TBC
    Fri, August 4 Leipzig / Germany TBC
    Sat, August 5 Berlin / Germany / confirmed
    August 6 Dresden
    August 7 Wroclaw / Poland
    August 8 Warsaw / Poland
    August 9 Poznan / Poland
    August 10 Szczecin/Poland TBC
    Fri, August 11 Rostock / confirmed
    Sat, August 12 Hamburg TBC
     

    For this in the Seattle or surrounding area you can catch WILT this Saturday April first at Highline Bar with NOOTHGRUSH from Oakland.

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  • STORM OF SEDITION – “Decivilize” LP

    Are you prepared to brave the storm?…

    Brace yourself for one of the most uncompromising hard hitting and politically outspoken records of this era. STORM OF SEDITION are an anti-civilization anarchist crust punk band based out of Victoria BC. Sharing members with the mighty ISKRA you can definitely expect some serious blackened crust, and yes a huge metal influence is prevalent however STORM OF SEDITION are a bit more reminiscent of bands like CONTRAVENE & NAUSEA. “Decivilize” brings a heavy anarcho punk dynamic to the table combined with over the top blackened crust grind thats littered with blistering solo’s, insanely powerful drumbeats, and thought productive lyrics that challenge our current state of human civilization. All in all this is an absolute monster of a release!

    Comes with a 12 page booklet containing lyrics, notes, and song explanations. 

    -CLICK HERE FOR PURCHASE INFORMATION-

     

    STORM OF SEDITION WILL TOURING THE WEST COAST THIS SUMMER!!! 

    Keep you eye’s peeled for a list of tour dates soon!

     

    Listen to the song “Disconnect” here… 

    https://profanexistence.files.wordpress.com/2017/03/storm-of-sedition-decivilize-05-disconnect.mp3

    Living a domesticated existence
    Starves people of meaning in their lives
    Everyone feels the void beneath the surface
    Of everyday activities and routines

    Miserable, exploited, mass populations
    Feeding the industrial systems endless hunger
    Treated like machines, living beings
    Enslaved and kept passive in a technological noose

    We live in these cages
    Made of concrete, glass, and steel 
    A functioning human made hell 
    Complete with natural scenery 

    Yet there is no community
    Deprived of connection with real people 
    Technology perpetuates alienation 
    But promises to connect us

    And fill the void in our lives
    In constant need of escape and distraction 
    From this fucking ugly world
    Technology creeping into our lives 

    Pop culture, pacifying shit
    Endless distractions to curb dissent 
    A society of lonely domesticated beings 
    Attempting social interaction behind a digital screen

    Clinging to the feeling of connectedness 
    Personalized profiles, mass communication tools
    Monitored and funded by pigs 
    Spying on people, on movements
    While corporations profit off government control
    Microsoft, apple, fedbook
    Endless lists of corporations
    Infiltrating our everyday lives
    The NSA, the CSE 
    Databases created from what you share
    Information for incrimination 
    Millions of people on terrorist watch lists
    Technology’s a weapon used against us 

    Its function is to propel their ability
    To efficiently exploit us and the natural world 
    While doing so capitalizing off selling us
    Gadgets to distract us from the lives we live and hate 

    Turn off that shit, enter the real world
    You are not connected
    You are alone staring into a fucking a screen

    Get outside, meet with real people!
    Even if we use these tools 
    We must never forget 

    Technology is a system created by and for those in power
    And it will only exist with 
    Division of labor, exploitation, and death

    Becoming connected through technology
    Is a sick fucking joke

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“If you’re going to spew, spew in this…” Tales of Punx and Puke…

  • February 9, 2013
  • by thrashpunx
  • · Columns

So I was sitting at the bar in my usual spot doing what  I usually do…Slowly sip my Guinness and not talk to anyone.  That’s not quite true, I’ve gotten to know a few people there now and we share greetings and some small talk.  The owners are cool and make everyone feel really welcomed, they know everyone’s names and always work the crowd making the patrons feel at home.  This isn’t a punk bar, its not a metal bar, it’s not even a hipster bar.  This is a neighborhood bar that is home to some serious life long boozers.  Even at 41 I am generally one of the youngest people in there and certainly the best looking! It’s great for my self-esteem!   Anyways…Back to the story…

Like I was saying – I was sitting there doing my thing listening to the two dudes in the corner with the acoustic guitars rock out covers of Tom Petty and the Eagles between wise cracks and talk of pussy and boobs.  Suddenly the all too familiar aroma of stomach chunder assaulted my senses.  I looked to my right and there, right on the bar was the swirl of beer and fast food soup.  The blower of beads had bailed.  He did the Technicolor yawn and split (or so we thought).  The bartender shrieked out and started yelling for the owner.  “Mike!, Mike!…I need help!”  The mad spitter had at least tried to contain it.  He had tried to puke back into his shot glass!  Obviously a shot glass does not hold much and it was totally lathered in creamy, acidic, gut swirl and it was all over the fucking place.  Fucking BRU-TAL!  Mike quickly came to the rescue and mopped it all up without even a complaint.  Not soon after and the assailant returned from the pisser with a huge fuckin’ wad of toilet paper in his hand and even though Mike had already cleaned it all up this wasteoid started swabbing the deck with  a mangled mass of shit paper.  I was laughing like high school boy in sex ed class as this dimwit made a huge spitwad cocktail on the bar.  He was apologizing profusely and saying he was never going to come in again.  This is where I can really emphasis the coolness of the owner…He just reached out and shook the dudes hand.  “Don’t worry about it.  Forget about it.  It never happened.”  He continued to bro down with the human puke fountain and that was it.  The dude left, still with his tail between his legs, but welcome to return.  In just about any other bar in the world this idiot would have been drug outside, cursed out and told to fuck off dinner chunks and all.

My friend Nate puked a lot.  Smells, stories of uncooked eggs, gory pictures…Just about anything that was a little bit unsettling to the senses could call forth an exclamation of Campbell’s Chunky from his digestive system.  It got to the point where you could almost get him to puke on queue.  And like many, the smell of vomit makes my stomach do The Twist.  He knew this too, I can recall a particular afternoon when he was chasing me with a bucket of his spew and sure enough it conjured incantations from the pits of my stomach that belonged more in Hell than all over my shoes and shorts.  Dick.

All this queasiness and for some reason another mans lung butter had no effect on him.  Nate would spit lugies onto the ceiling, let them hang and then when gravity finally won out it would drop back into his waiting mouth.  He and my buddy Joe got so they would catch each other’s!  They even got this thing down where they stood across from each other, kind of like they were going to do an egg toss or something and spit lugies across the gap into each others waiting mouths!  What the fuck chuck!  That makes we want to do the Technicolor yawn just thinking about it.

When I met Nate he lived in the next town over and we were in high school, this was maybe ’87 or so.  End of Story (EOS) were the local hardcore heroes with their eclectic blend of DRI meets DAG NASTY at a backyard half-pipe brand of thrash.  There was this house next to the mall in Glenwood that they’d play parties at and like any good punk house it had a cool name (that has been robbed from my memory by Father Time) and after a good party/show was cleaned up by pushing a snow shovel to scoop up all the beer cans and bottles.

I was in the kitchen and Tim was on top of the refrigerator with his foot tall mohawk and tripping on acid and reading a comic book while the band raged on.  Tim met some national notoriety when USA Today ran a national story of  his fight against the Glenwood PD.  He had been busted skating (this was the height of the ‘Skateboarding Is Not A Crime’ days) on the sidewalk and was fighting the city on it.  There was a rad picture of him holding his skateboard while sporting his punk leather jacket, no shirt, and big mohawk.  The funny thing was that when I came across this article I was in Pennsylvania at a Hotel on road trip with my parents back to New York.  How fucken’ rad was it to find this story of small town rebellion delivered to us at our stay over with Howard Johnson.  The weird thing is I can remember my Dad order spaghetti for breakfast that day.  Why not?  It was one of those 24/7 places and he loves spaghetti!  Well anyway there was Tim in the national paper…I think it was all a bit of a set-up though because his Dad was a lawyer!  Part of me thinks they just wanted to raise a ruckus and maybe get some attention.  Whatever…Fuck the “Man”!  Skateboarding is not a crime!

Well there was Tim and standing by the sink was this surfer dude Nate.  He had it going on!  He was a transplant from Southern California and had the build, haircut and look of surfer.  Right off the bat we hit it off, he had a great personality.  He was funny as shit and laughed at his own jokes all the time, kind of like Emilio Estevez did, especially in Young Guns.  To use the clichéd line:  he was the dude all the guys wanted to be and all the girls wanted to be with.  The guy even had a tattoo when no one else did.  He was fucken’ bad ass all the way and over the years we became really good friends.

We used to party in the woods a lot, they were close to town and the cops generally left us alone if got out of the city limits.  There was this place called The Pit, it was kind of a…big pit in the ground.  We’d start a fire in the “pit” that was naturally protected by the surrounding dirt walls.  It was early evening, the sun was starting to drop behind Sunlight Mountain and shade was creeping across the valley.  I was probably off taking a piss or something when I came across a deer head.  It was most likely left by a hunter but now that I think about it had a rack…Don’t hunters usually save those?  Here I was at a “woodsy” with a rotting deer head; it was as obvious to me then as it is to you now what I should do with it.  Yup!  I grabbed it by the antler and ran back into the party chasing everyone with this rotting, putrid, head.  It was fucking vile.  Writing this my mouth is starting to water with the warning signs of approaching puke…I played on Nate’s weak stomach and was duly rewarded with Nate’s cry of sour beer and curdled pizza cheese.  I dropped the head laughing and ran off to re-fill my beer.  Nate could have easily hunted me down and imposed the same punishment upon me but he upped the ante and threw the head in the fire evoking the cries of every person standing around that fire.  As the rotten, flesh-dripping skull started to smolder and the wretched stench of decay and death circled around the mostly underage punks innocently sipping their Olympia’s it was as if one queue almost everyone started puking in unison!  Oh how that foul, wicked, odor inflicted revenge for the dead causing everyone to hurl.  That party was over before sundown.

Like most of us in the Valley of Broken Dreams our drinking and partying started reaching rock star levels and as the fun was fading as the trouble was setting in.  Jail, beatings and even death started to make itself part of our scene and Nate was caught right in the middle of it.

Many of us were no longer partiers; we had graduated to becoming drunks and drug addicts laying the foundations of lifelong problems.  Nate’s body wasn’t what it was and the girls didn’t hang around him like they once did.  His face was taking on a new shape after a few beatings and his happy-go-lucky attitude was fading with stints in jail.  On a very early morning the phone rang and I was the only who was apparently awoken by it.   Nate was on the other line and was asking for a ride, he was at the hospital in Glenwood and needed someone to come get him.  I don’t know whose car I took or how I found the keys but I cleared my head enough of the pervious nights debauchery to figure how to get to the hospital to pick up Nate.

He was fucked up.  Mangled.  Someone had beat him with a bat, pipe or other blunt object.  It was disgusting.   One or more people had broken into he and his roommate’s place that night and beat the living shit out of them.  They were most likely left for dead and it was most likely over drugs.  They both lived but Nate’s face got reorganized and his roommate got permanent brain damage.  The Colorado Bureau of Investigation came to town and although the crime was never solved there are many theories out there and I am not going to mention any more of this in this column.

Things just got worse in the Valley as cocaine really dug it’s nails in deep.  A lot of weird stuff starting happening that now I as I look back it seems like it was from a movie.  It got to a point where I didn’t want to be there anymore.  We weren’t having fun, it seemed like the clouds were low and there was a storm that just wouldn’t pass to let any sunlight in.  Fatefully I got a phone call about playing a show with BLANKS 77 in Boulder to which I agreed.  Problem was my band had just broken up due to that plaguing storm.  A few phone calls later and I was moving to Denver to join a recently formed band that needed a vocalist called CLUSTERFUX.

It must have been the next summer, so maybe ’96, and I was back in the Valley for the Carbondale Mountain Fair.  I saw Nate.  There he was, outside the bar…”Hey bro, can you buy me a pitcher?”  That was it, no greetings nothing of the sort.  I hadn’t see this dude, one of my best friends, for 9 months and that’s all he could say.  That’s why I left…That’s where we had gotten as a “scene”, and I only use that term to describe a group of people that hung out together…

Side note – To illustrate this point further I have another tale to tell.  One day I had gotten off of work and I see a friend of mine walking down the street.  He says “He did you hear about Adam?  He died last night, rolled his car, it decapitated him…But we still have half a keg left and we are going to drink it later if you’re in”.  What?!!  Adam was this dudes best friend!  Some of this had to be shock, and people mourn differently but…What the fuck?  I declined and went home.

Back to Nate…Ok, so he just asked me for a pitcher of beer as he is standing there on the sidewalk in July in snowboots, plaid golf pants from the second hand store, no shirt and literally a rope belt, trembling in need of alcohol.  I asked him about his shoes, he said those were the only ones he had.  I asked about his shirt, he said he couldn’t find it.  “It”??  I declined on the beer and went about my business.

A few months later Nate was in Denver to hang out and party for a show.  He was drunk as a skunk at the show and starting shit with everyone.  He was being an asshole and I guess eventually someone kicked the crap out of him.  We couldn’t find him after the show and we all went back to my place to party, but still no Nate.  Finally the next day he showed up with his jaw wired shut, someone broke the fuckin’ guys jaw!!!  Damn!  At least he could suck beer through a straw…

Like I said, he really started to change physically.  Not just the loss of muscle tone but even more noticeable was his face.  The booze not only wreaked havoc on it but all the beatings from being a drunk-ass were really transforming his facial alignment.  On another trip back to Carbondale I was at a show and there was this dude that kept like gesturing to me.  When I walked by he’d say “Hi” but I nod and keep moving.  I didn’t know this was, just some friendly partier I guess.  Turns out it was Nate, he was so disfigured I didn’t even recognize him and he was just socially inept.  His brain wasn’t really sharp enough to have normal social skills, he was a drunk.

I never saw him again.  I heard he had moved in a with this dude he knew that had some money and a house and wanted to give Nate a chance to get his shit together.  This started to work and Nate reached out to his Mom for help so he could go to re-hab.  He relocated to Phoenix to clean-up (I guess Phoenix is a re-had destination…I have another friend that moved there to clean up too).    Apparently Nate was getting better and had landed a job.  He was killed in a work accident.  A crane dropped a pallet on him…

Life was weird back then.  Horrifically Nate’s story isn’t a one-off situation.  There was a lot more death yet to come out of that group of friends.  When the fun stopped and the hell started we were all too self-involved to care for one another or too fucked up to notice.  We were all wrestling with our own demons and some lost it all.  Life is fragile and precious, so are friendships.   Woulda’, coulda’, shoulda’…We cant change the past but we can seize the present.  Who amongst your friends are suffering?  Who could use your friendship, your shoulder your wisdom?  Look out for each other…PEACE

End Notes:

  1.  My band, APEX (member of CLUSTERFUX) changed our name to ROÄC.  We have an album that is almost done.  It kicks ass!  Follow us out here:  ROÄC
  2. I’ve been doing a podcast with my homie and we cover all kinds of out there shit.  From your basic “conspiracies” to aliens and simulation theory, to any sort of outlandish shit.  We don’t know everything so we don’t try to force our opinions as fact, we just discuss the topics and offer different perspectives.  It’s fun…Follow us here: Flow With the Go!  Or check out http://flowwiththego.net/
  3. I just saw AGENT ORANGE play in what used to be my elementary school’s gym / cafeteria.  That was weird.  They were boring but seeing old friends was great and drinking beer in the elementary school while watching a punk band seemed like a good middle finger to the establishment.  Especially old teacher that used to fuck with us.
  4. Hey I got a ditro/ebay store going.  I add new stuff weekly.  Check it out!

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  1. mark spurlock July 23, 2013 · Reply

    this article is hauntedly similar to my life especially the moving to Phoenix to get sober part, I moved to Phoenix twice for that reason, I empathize with the author of this may punk keep you strong comrade,

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