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
“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.
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.
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…
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
PROFANE EXISTENCE RECORDS – PO BOX 647 – HUNTINGTON WV – 25711 – UNITED STATES
Originally pressed in 1996 PROFANE EXISTENCE is bringing this quintessential anarcho punk masterpiece back in circulation.
All original artwork (label logos updated) with three different vinyl color options.
In 1996 AUS-ROTTEN released their first LP “The System Works For Them” on an unsuspecting punk scene. It spread like wildfire in a pre internet era within a genre that mostly depended on tape trading. (at least is was pre internet for us penniless punks) “The System Works For Them” was the perfect mix of anger and intelligence that the scene needed at the time (and still does today). It was like a wake up call that opened the eyes and ears to many punks the world over. The messages where crystal clear and most us were hooked as soon as the beginning shouts of “Boycott” bellowed over the speakers. I don’t believe any of us ever expected their message to resonate so well within the scene, but even more surprising is how the songs are just as relevant today as on they the day they were written. Which is why PROFANE EXISTENCE has decided to repress this record. We feel that that messages that AUS-ROTTEN brought to the table are to powerful to ignore. We feel that this LP is important and therefore should be highly available and priced affordably.
“The Battlefield Is Still Red” Bloodsplatter Edition.
PROFANE EXISTENCE has worked out every last detail of this release with the members of AUS-ROTTEN whom have been involved from step one. All tracks have been re-masted by Jay Matherson at the Jamroom studios. To be 100% honest we didn’t want to do a complete re-master of what we already considered a good recording. However when we opened the tracks on protools we noticed a few balance issues that required fixing. These fixes resulted in a tremendous upgrade to the overall quality of the tracks. We painstakingly scanned, puzzled, and photoshopped the original artwork to make sure that it was as close to authentic as it could possible be. We then went for broke by pressing in three different vinyl color combinations! Overall to say that we are pumped to release this would be an understatement, we are absolutely ecstatic to bring you this LP on PROFANE EXISTENCE!
“What Good Is Money, When There Is No One Left To Buy” T-shirt.
To top this all off we worked with AUS-ROTTEN vocalist Dave Trenga on redrawing the classic “What Good Is Money, When There Is No One Left To Buy” design for a T-Shirt to concede with the albums release. This is a fresh take on an old image to create a new and original design.
See through “Smoke” vinyl. Available at SKULLFEST/ PROFANE EXISTENCE 27th anniverseray party / record release show.
Vinyl options are…
1. Standard black vinyl
2. “The Battlefield is Still Red” Bloodsplatter vinyl.
3. See through “Smoke”. – Available at SKULLFEST only
Silence are a highly active post-punk/peace-punk band from Pittsburgh, PA. “The Deafening Sound of Absolutely Nothing” strives (and succeeds) to achieve the perfect balance between peace and post punk. By taking influences from The Mob, Bauhaus, Zounds, Killing Joke, Amebix, Crass, Conflict, Internal Autonomy and Joy Division SILENCE have created what can only be described a brilliant debut LP. At one moment this record is dark, heavy, and atmospheric and then the next moment it makes you want to dance and sing along. Lyrically SILENCE are much closer to the anarcho side of the previously listed influences. Lyrics focus on a variety of topics but often have a strong focus on the way punk and activist communities deal with political struggle in our current political climate.
“The Deafening Sound of Absolutely Nothing” comes with a 16 page magazine size zine containing lyrics, personal writings and song explanations. Designed, printed and assembled by the band themselves in true D.I.Y. fashion.
Silence will be having a record release show in their hometown of Pittsburgh PA at the Rock Room Friday April 22nd with SHADOW AGE and SKELETON HANDS. Then later this month SILENCE will embark on a full United States tour to support “The Deafening Sound of Absolutely Nothing”. Here is a list of dates. Be show to check in with the bands “bandcamp” or “Facebook” page for show updates.
When all that remains is a world in flames. Is that when they’ll say the wars are finally won? That wars are finally done?
They’re beating on the drums again, they’re fueling up the planes. The congressmen fall into line and sing the old refrain. In the name of peace they’ll burn the land and drop a thousand bombs.
Meanwhile we’ll just stay at home and go back to our sitcoms. It’s the same old song, we’ve heard it before. They’re beating the drums and they’re calling for war. What it’s supposed to accomplish, no one is sure But the victims are always the hungry and the poor.
Once the drums of war begin it’s hard to make them stop. The noise silences the dissidents once the bombs begin to drop. All those who call for peace will be mocked and pushed aside. In 10 years they’ll admit we were right after many thousands more have died.
PROFANE EXISTENCE RECORDS PO BOX 647 HUNTINGTON WV 25711 UNITED STATES
Finally after many delays from the pressing plant the WARWOUND Demo’s LP “A Huge Black Cloud” is out and copies are moving fast!
Recorded in 1983, this record contains 15 songs from 3 sessions. With a few different takes you get a total of 25 blistering tracks. For those unfamiliar with WARWOUND, they are a UK band formed in 82. WARWOUND recorded 3 demos in 83 before disbanding and members went on to join THE VARUKERS and form SACRILEGE. These demos never received an official release… until now! Highly influenced by DISCHARGE, WARWOUND is one of the first bands ever to take D-Beat Punk to a raw and intense level. Recently reformed in 2015, original guitarist Damian is now joined by Ian Glasper on bass and Rat Varuker on vocals. After a few gigs in the UK word is spreading fast of the relentless onslaught of a live show these veterans put on. WARWOUND have also recently hit the studio to record for the first time in over 30 years. Needless to say WARWOUND is back with a vengeance!
Here is the first entry to a journal that I kept when I attempted to ride my bike across the state of Oregon. Over the next 10 nights I’ll be posting a new entry from this trip on the Profane Existence blog. This was originally meant to be a zine (just meant for a few friends to enjoy), but at the request of others I’ve decided to share it with a larger audience. I feel incredibly honored and grateful that PE asked me to post it here, as they’re a publication that I’ve looked up to since I was a young punk.
I want to state first that this journal is in no way a “how to” manual on how to do a bike tour. You’ll notice that I did this trip without a helmet, a cell phone or an itinerary to leave with someone in case I went missing so they’d know where to search for me. If you have the means to attain these things, please do so! Be safe out there and look out for your friends! I was lucky my lack of safety gear or a way to reach folks didn’t prove to be fatal, so please don’t follow my example in that respect and take chances that you don’t need to.
I’ve tried to capture this experience as accurately and as honestly as I possibly can. I’ve omitted some small details here and there, mostly for space reasons, but I’ve documented every significant event that happened along this ride. I think that the entries explain themselves well enough, so I won’t go into much detail about what you’ll read here. I appreciate you taking the time to check this out and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. I would say as much as I enjoyed living it, but that unfortunately isn’t possible. I want to incentivize you to go out and create your own adventure, and I hope that in some small way this journal helps. There are a lot of amazing things out there just waiting to be experienced, and some times all it takes to make it happen is a 30 year old bicycle, a backpack and an overly ambitious attitude. Stay curious and inquisitive, my friends. Sometimes it’s the only thing that helps me feel truly alive.
“Bet you are tired of being upset / always wanting something that you never can get” – Buzzcocks
alright, where is this dude.
I think to myself as I’m circling the JC Penney parking lot in my housemate’s car. I’m supposed to meet some guy out in Beaverton, OR at this giant mall to buy a bicycle off him. The problem is though is that he’s not standing where he said he would be and I don’t have a cell phone to call him. Finally, after circling the parking lot twice, I spot a Prius with what looks to be the old Schwinn strapped to the back, judging from the Craigslist photos. I park and hover around the car for a few minutes to wait for him, all the while feeling like I look pretty sketchy in this moment. I can feel eyes on me from all over the parking lot in this suburban mall, and just like I’d do if I was confronted by a wild animal, I don’t make any sudden movements. It’s just a tattooed punk guy in a sleeveless shirt staring at a bike in a suburban mall, everyone just try and calm down. The thing is, almost everyone in Portland has tattoos, and nearly everyone commutes by bicycle and frequently checks out someone else’s ride. Should be no surprise.
After a few minutes I finally see the guy emerge from the double doors of the department store with his son in tow and I go to greet them. “I had to get my kid some shoes, thought you’d be fine to wait a few minutes.” uh huh, yeah whatever cool-dad I think as I give the sandal and classic rock band shirt wearing dude standing in front of me a once over.He then does the honor of taking the bike off the back of the car and I begin to inspect it while he jaws on about how rare the bike is and how well maintained it was for being 35 years old etc. etc. I hate to be sold on things so I’m trying to drown him out while I take a cursory glance at everything. I don’t know a ton about bikes, but obviously this thing has a few minor issues. It definitely has two different wheels on it, the pedals are cheap plastic and definitely need to be replaced and a lot of the hardware is loose, rusted and mismatched. All in all it’s really not a bad bike, but I’m still not willing to pay what he’s asking.
I ask him if it’d be alright if I gave it a ride around the parking lot and his jaw clenches and his eyes immediately widen. He probably watched some local news exposé about bike thieves and craigslist scams or whatever and I probably fit the profile. He starts to stammer and spurts out fragmented sentences like “Umm… well.. I don’t…” and I finally interrupt him and offer my car keys to hold while I bike just within eyesight. Plus, I remind him that the car I drove here in is still parked right next to his if that eases his mind at all. If I wanted your bike it would have been gone by now, take it easy cool-dad. Lucky for him stealing bikes is a big “nuh uh” in my book, as it would be for any person that had even a shred of decency. To all you bike thieves out there: beware. Have the courage to rip off people who actually deserve it.
After circling the parking lot a couple times on the bike I’m satisfied with what I learn, and I try not to take too long because I want to get this whole awkward transaction over with. The bike shifts and coasts well, and even though it needs some work I’m confident that I can make my 400 mile bicycle trip next week on this thing. I pull up to where cool-dad is standing, and I begin to explain what I like about the bike and what I don’t, to give him a better understanding of where I’m at. It’s also just a more polite way of saying “I’m not paying your asking price for this”. Upon hearing my explanation he immediately fires back about how much character the bike has and how he wasn’t even that interested in selling it, so if I didn’t want to pay full price he’ll just load it back up and take it home. Apparently he looked up “how to haggle” on wikipedia before he got here, as if feigning disinterest in selling the item will get me to panic and pay whatever he wants. If that’s how you feel why are you even here then? Just as I’m about to respond, his son, who’s about 10 maybe, turns to me like he wants to join the conversation and says “Well, if you just want to pay..” and is immediately met with an overly aggressive shushing hand from his father and the typical “THE ADULTS ARE TALKING” speech. Ok asshole, just for that I’m definitely not paying full price.
I christen thee “Ugla”. Meaning “Owl” in Norwegian. Too complicated to explain why, it just seemed to fit.
So our conversation is a short back and forth, as I try my best not to roll my eyes at him, and I end up talking him down $40. I then shake his sweaty, cool-dad hand and load my bike up in my housemate’s car. I’m eager to get out of this suburban mall and away from all the corners of Multnomah County I go to great lengths to avoid visiting. Plus, I want to get home and jump right to working on my new bike, since I’m supposed to start my bike tour in a few days. My plan is to leave this Sunday, bike from Portland to the Oregon coast, turn south on Highway 101 and eventually ride into California. This weekend is coming up on me fast, and my stress levels are rising with each hour that passes, but I’m thinking if I don’t set a timeline for myself that forces me to get my stuff together then I’ll just keep putting this trip off like I have been for years. Knowing myself I’ll get lost in another project before this one even gets off the ground. I still don’t even know exactly where I’m going, what routes I’ll take to get there, what I’ll see or where I’ll stay, or even how realistic it is to use a bike like this for a trip this far. Really though, the uncertainty is all part of the appeal for me. I mean, does it still count as an adventure if you have a rigid itinerary and a nicely feathered nest to fall back on if things don’t work out? The only solid idea I have for this trip so far is to just do this in the most cost-effective and punkest way possible. I’m working with what I’ve got, so it’s going to be on an ancient Craigslist bike loaded with a combination of old camping gear that I’ve had for years, borrowed items and (dare I say) “liberated” food from the local mega-store.
Ugla and housemate “Berryeater” brandishing plastic gun. We don’t fuck around.
As difficult as they can be, “do or die” type situations are a common occurrence in my life and have always carried their appeal. People tend to underestimate what they’re capable of and what they’re able to survive through, and sometimes it’s nice for me to remind myself when I suspect that my stoicism is starting to fade. When you’re thrust into a harsh environment with no option but to finish what you started and persevere through tough times, you generally come out on the other end with a different perspective on other aspects of your life. Typically the volume gets turned down on things that might have troubled you greatly before, which is what I’ve come to understand from having been through some shit in my lifetime. So with that said it’s time for me to cast aside these cozy last few months, get myself in a tough spot, see some danger and start living again.
There’s groundwork to be laid, but I’ll make this work. See you soon.
Thank you for sharing your trip with us. Really enjoyed the read. Looking forward to reading more of your journal entries!