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0 IN DEFENCE Into the Sewer LP (+2 7″s)

March 18, 2013
by backwoodsvegan
· Reviews

Man, where were these guys when I was in high school? In the mid 80s I dedicated every spare moment to skateboarding. We’d go down my buddy Chris’s mini ramp and skate our asses off listening to BLACK FLAG, DEAD KENNEDYS, CIRCLE JERKS, etc. Then I discovered thrash and shit got real! My first show was ANTHRAX, EXODUS and CELTIC FROST and everything changed. Once you get a taste of punk/thrash crossover, you can’t go back. IN DEFENCE from Minneapolis is the link to my shred-tastic youth. I now this may upset the folks in the band, but some of the writing reminds me a lot of M.O.D. Sorry, dudes, but it’s true. Not in a bad way, though. Fortunately the subject matter is way more funny than it is offensive and while they love to have a laugh, they do flirt with serious politics. Each song kills it riff after riff with solos that fill the song out without being wanky and they are usually accompanied by beautifully moshy breakdowns that I realized I was unknowingly banging my head to each and every time. There’s no way to listen to this without getting stoked. It contains the second LP and 2 7″s(in case you didn’t get that from the line I wrote above the picture). Unlike some 22 track albums that seem to drag on, you’ll want to put this on repeat, flip up the bill on your hat and circle pit around your room for hours. When these thrashers come through your town make sure you buy them lots of pizza….er, um, burritos. Lots of burritos. (Jake)

Profane Existence / PO BOX 18051 / Minneapolis, MN 55418

http://www.profaneexistence.com

2 Profane Existence Records: Tired of Being Robbed by High Prices? So Are We!

March 17, 2013
by PE Admin
· News · PE Records

For the last year we have been pressured by outside forces to keep the “retail” prices high for Profane Existence releases. We’ve never been able to get used to seeing our records priced at nearly double of what we traditionally sold them for. Profane Existence has always vehemently independent and our recent experiment with an exclusive distributor has pushed us outside of our comfort zone. Effective immediately, we are lowering our mail order prices across the board, back to where they were in 2011 (in fact less than 2011 in most cases). In the USA, most 7″s will now cost $5, CDs will be $6.66 and LPs will be $7.98 – all prices including postage. We do still have some older Profane Existence magazines left and they are also appropriately DIY priced.

We do still plan to keep the limited edition singles series going, but due to the economy of scale (or lack thereof), these records will still be significantly higher than mass-produced PE EPs. We will release a low-priced CD version, containing six complete EPs each, shortly after the release of 6th, 12, 18th, etc. PE also has quite a line-up good new releases planed for 2013, plus some some classic PE releases coming back with low-priced vinyl and CD versions.

We apologize for the lack of DIY spirit PE has displayed for the last year or so. We’ve all been busy with other aspects of our lives and regret that we let things slip out of whack for so long. Rest assured we are taking corrective steps to get PE back on track and to help keep DIY punk a force to be reckoned with!

0 Doomed Society Radio #61 Is Here!

March 11, 2013
by damieninbred
· Doomed Society · PE Web Zine · Podcasts

Oh, hey there!

I’m just here to let you all know that the latest edition of my crusty li’l podcast is now up and ready to download! Aside from that, I have some big plans in the work for the Doomed Society empire. I’m gonna keep the lid on it all for the next little while so I don’t end up jinxing it!

Enough babbling, here’s some musical therapy for the everyday grind.

FLUX OF PINK INDIANS: progress
FLOWERS IN THE DUSTBIN: all fool’s day
CHUMBAWAMBA: more whitewashing
KARMA SUTRA: it’s our world too
DECADENT FEW: they shoot children
EXIT-STANCE: the shit still stinks
A FIGHT WITH SLEDGEHAMMERS: dogmatic deception
MURDERESS: no more
SAVIORSELF: rewriting history
AHNA: coroner
CROW: give up all hope
KAKISTOCRACY: economic genocide
RESTARTS: timewaster
VARIX: madness
DISRESPECT: rich kid
MOTHERFUCKERS: bomb the stampede
CHAOS UK: no security
KICKER: innit
NO EULOGY: dogs of the apocalypse
ISKRA: illegal
SWORDWIELDER: fields of genocide
SANCTUM: chaos lord/enslaved
SKELPTARSIS: state of neglect
AGNOSY: nothing’s changed
GARMONBOZIA: lost with nothing to find
KRANG: losing the bigger picture
HIS HERO IS GONE: professional mindfuckers
HEVN: dig your own grave
AFTER THE BOMBS: forward into death
BELGRADO: no answer
DEKODER: anxiety
ALARIC: your god
KILLING JOKE: this world hell
AMEBIX: knights of the black sun
SIN: stress fracture

You can download it HERE!

0 JACKALS Everyday Fabric 7″

March 7, 2013
by backwoodsvegan
· Reviews

At first look I would have expected this to be a d-beat band. The artwork inside and out is a great big collage full of violence, oppression and death. Obviously this is my first go around with JACKALS and realized that I was sorely mistaken. While there are some elements of Scandinavian crust, they mash a few good style together to create some unique sounding hardcore. The 7″ opens with slow plodding drums, quickly being joined by guitar and bass creating a downright dreadful atmosphere. Then the vocals sere through with an animalistic yell and all hell breaks loose. All five songs are created in a similar fashion where harsh tempo changes are used to create orchestrated chaos. JACKALS would definitely appeal to fans of hardcore and power violence alike. It’s not formulaic or predictable, though. Brutal and intense would be a much more accurate way to describe them and the slightly dirty recording adds to it, though I doubt is was intentional. Each song is very political in nature and while the lyrics are short and to the point, this 7″ comes with a printout explaining the inspiration for the lyrics and sites the sources(books, lecture, news story, etc.) which include the the story of Troy Davis being murdered by the state, sexual violence and valuing profit over people. These folks are a perfect blend of intelligence and aggression. (Jake)

http://www.boslevanrecords.co.uk

0 DESPISE interview

February 27, 2013
by leffer
· Hero Slider · Interviews · PE Web Zine

DESPISE are a four piece punk/crust/metal unit from the depths of the Minneapolis underground. Their 7″ release is a line of single’s being released by Profane Existence this year.

Interview by Andy (Leffer) of War//Plague

Let’s get this party started. First off…like most all interviews let’s start with who you are, what you do and what DESPISE is up to? What does the future hold after this PE single release? Also, expand on some each of your backgrounds, and what you were involved with prior to the band.

I’m Hannah, I do vocals and write the lyrics. I moved to Minneapolis from Chicago in 2010. I played bass and did vocals in Securicor from Chicago, and also vocals in Krang.

Zach: Hopefully we can put out some full length records seeing as we have a lot of material. As for before despise. I started going to shows at age 13 or 14. Played in a band called EZ Bleeders. We were rock/metal/funk/punk so everyone hated us but we just wanted to play. Grew up in uptown Mpls around a lot of older punks.

Hi. my name is Mike. I play bass real loud. moved to Minneapolis in 2009. its rad here.

What’s your thoughts on the Minneapolis punk community and how DESPISE falls into the DIY mix. There seems to be quite a good mix of punk and crust rising from the ashes of other previous projects within the Minneapolis scene. We had the 90’s and early 00’s that brought us DESTROY, STATE OF FEAR, ASSRASH, PROVOKED, PONTIUSPILATE, and needless to say MISERY, which is still going strong. Do you feel DESPISE is a part of this element of resurgence and is there still that dedicated @narcho thought process within the band?

Hannah: Definatly. Minneapolis has such a awesome punk scene/ community. So many rad bands that I have grown up listening to and have influenced me are from here.

Mike: well, if you want my grossly unimportant opinion, the scene and the music within it are two separate entities. the music is fucking fantastic. and only getting better.so many new bands and new faces. as far as where Despise fits into everything, i think we fit right in. if ive learned anything about minneapolis since ive lived here, its that its a weird fucking place filled with weird fucking people who like weeeeeeeeeeeiiiirrd fucking music. and if you havent met us, were a bunch of weird motherfuckers too. i fucking love it here.

Mitch: The scene has really picked up , it’s awesome to see so much activity now, it reminds me of how much was going on in the 90’s, so many awesome bands going on these days that local shows are always “stacked”, can’t even go grocery shopping without seeing people from bands or shows. It reminds me to be grateful , a lot of towns don’t have that. I definitely feel that Despise fits right in with what’s been going on.

Zach: I think despise takes a whole different approach to the punk scene. I don’t think of our music as being punk or even being really a part of this “scene”. I don’t make music for other people. I do it because its what I want to do

I know you folks had a bit simpler sound when you began. Straight up D-beat hardcore punk, but now it seems you’ve melded into a more crust, metallic sound. Was this an evolution of the band you knew would take shape, or was it more “fly by the seat” type thing?

Hannah: I think its the result of a combination of all of us taking influence from different sub genres of punk…grind, crust, black metal, d-beat, hardcore, etc…throw it all in a mix and you get Despise.

Mitch: It’s been a pretty natural thing as far as songwriting, the musicianship has lent itself to more technical stuff without losing our roots, really had no idea it would progress that way. Stay tuned for some good old fashioned though.

Mike: We always kinda had a general idea of what we wanted the band to sound like. the first batch of songs we wrote were very black and white, crust or metal. after that, everything just kind of naturally progressed into whateverthefuck it is today. zach is so talented when it comes to songwriting. he’s responsible for the metal parts. i just try to keep up and take care of the wicked awesome bass solos. we’ve become who we are together because thats all we can be. ourselves. when people ask what genre of music we play, i usually just say “loud as fuck” because i honestly have no fucking clue haha.

Zach: Crust is fun to play but as far as what I enjoy playing I usually drift more towards metal. Black metal at that. Probably we’re a lot of the metallic elements of our music comes out. Definitely don’t want to take all the credit for that because everybody helps meld the song.

What’s the ideology behind the lyrics and how the music is written?

Mitch: As far as the music goes it’s really just as simple as playing solid riffs and piecing the songs together as it sounds good, we’ll always come to a consensus before a song is finished, that way we all like the finished product. We try keeping things heavy and not being afraid to test the waters. Hannah will have to field the lyrics side.

Hannah: I write most of the lyrics…Most of which pertain to animal rights, vivisection, mental disorders, depression, drug addictions, negative effects humans have on the planet and our ecosystem, and of course cute bunnies taking over and killing humans.

Mike: Hannah has the voice of 10,000 angels. …burning alive in the fires of hell hahahaha. her voice is as much a part of our sound as our guitar and bass tones. but yea she takes care of the lyrics. all of our songs are about things that truly matter to us and to her. you can really hear that she means what she’s saying. we have some political stuff, animal rights, war is bad, so is jesus, blahblahblah. but the ones that stand out to me, the ones that make my cry a little every time we play them, are about real fucking shit. like how drug addiction is killing the scene from the inside out, watching all of our friends (and ourselves) die and lose their minds right in front of us and not being able to do anything about it, that feeling of hopelessness and desperation and shame you get every morning when you wake up and realize the world is still shit. im really grateful that i get to make music with three no shit honestly good hearted human beings.

Zach: Lyrics? We have lyrics?

Are you guys gonna tour and what about local gigs…big plans?

Mitch: Would be nice to do at least a little touring either east or west some time this year, locally, we definitely play our share. lol. Really want to get the rest of our recording released and get back in the studio, lots of newer songs. Hoping for all that this year.

Mike: I think so. i hope so. i let them do the planning for the most part. im down to party whenever wherever and however long they tell me to. but yea. another 7″ comin out soon, followed by what is bound to be the most epic full length record you’ll be listening to while you listen to it as long as you’re not playing a more epic record at the same time.

Hannah: We are planning on touring the east coast this summer. Hopefully the south and west coast after that. We’ve been playing a lot of local shows lately, especially with the release of the 7″. Hoping to record again soon!

Let’s end this interview the normal way. Last words or comments for the world?

Hannah:Up the punks! Ha.

Mitch: Thanks to Profane Existence for releasing the e.p. We can be contacted via Facebook or despisecrust@gmail we’ll have some merch available online soon.

Mike: Be yourself. fuck anyone who tells you you’re not cool or not good enough. this shit belongs to all of us. and if we want it to live forever, we need every single one of you. oh yea. and dont be a dick. seriously. why the fuck cant we all just get along? yea. sorry. fuck everything. upthapuuunnnxxxxx.

You can find more info about DESPISE at http://www.profaneexistence.com/

1 ROYAL RED BRIGADE – Give Into The Violence CD

February 10, 2013
by backwoodsvegan
· Reviews

The fact that this starts with a mid-paced battle-hymn sing-a-long is pretty deceiving. Once track 2(A Love Radio) kicks in, your ears get blasted with an explosion of angsty barroom rock and roll! Track 4 slows down a bit. Maybe it’s to give you a breather and to make sure you don’t wreck the living room. After this they slowly build up tempo and take off full speed again by Sickness, track 6. RRB leave nothing to the listeners imagination while belting out jam after jam of nasty unapologetic grit rock complete with kick ass guitar solos. Every time I listen to this CD is gets better and better and the riffs seem to pop out more and the overall writing make more sense. It wouldn’t surprise me if Tesco Vee was a fan of these guys. Even though they’re from Regina, Saskatchewan I would swear they were based in Boston, Mass. Something about the attitude and energy, I dunno, maybe the back up gang vocals? Who knows. Anyway, the artwork is fairly minimal and there’s no lyric sheet, but it well done at the same time. And to round it out, the recording and production are super clean ,but in an analog sort of way. The sound is very large for a four piece. (Jake)

Harvest King Records / dylan@harvestkingrecords.com

0 War//Plague recording for P.E.

February 10, 2013
by leffer
· News · PE Events · PE Records

So we just wrapped up our tracking last week and now have Brad at Audiosiege in Portland doing the mix and I’ve gotta say…this is by far the best experience and sound we’ve ever had! We’re planning to do two separate albums with this session. Our first priority in releasing these tracks is to get our single out for the PE series that’s running this year. I believe we’re in line to be #7 and already have the art and title sorted out….but sorry, you gotta wait 😉

The next release is based on a mere concept we had some time back and will be a 4 song 12″ with a sort of back story. We’ve been really hitting the ground running as a band and feel that we not only want to write music, but we really want to put our minds and energy into something that’s not just “another record”. I’m not quite sure what that means, but after doing this for so many years, you really start to recognize how important the music can be and what kind of effect it has on yourself and others.

So, to say that we’ve just begun would be putting it lightly. Tons of ideas, and tons of support from all over. Cheers to the DIY community and everyone involved to make this place better by contributing in one way or another. Punk is a way to get a message and a feeling out to the world, and damn it feels good! Cheers

1 “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:

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
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/
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.
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1 HARRINGTON SAINTS: Pride And Tradition: CD

February 8, 2013
by harleytexas
· Reviews

HARRINGTON SAINTS have been around since 2005 and Pride and Tradition is their second full-length album and is produced by Lars Frederiksen from RANCID and he did a great job on it. The production is nice and clear, but gritty enough to keep the edge that this band has. Eleven tracks planted firmly in the vein of Oi and Street Punk that made me want to grab a pint, start jumping around and learn the words to shout along with on this album. You get lyrics about class warfare, getting screwed over by those rich bastards, lots of frustration, and about giving up and just rotting on the couch. This has a lot of touches of classic Oi bands, but still keeps things going without being slavishly bound to their influences. As soon as I put this album on, it just started being on of the better Street Punk and Oi albums that I’ve had the pleasure to listen to in a long time. Such great guitar leads, nice and meaty, rocking bass, the drums just going for broke, the gang vocals that would sound awesome shouted out while driving and the slightly gruff vocals really made this a great album. I now must own all of their music…damn you Californians! This is going into the collection of those that will get played a lot, a whole fucking lot! (Rick Ecker)

http://www.harringtonsaints.com/ https://www.facebook.com/pages/Harrington-Saints/101114746630724

0 RODENT LORD: Anthropocene: CD

February 8, 2013
by harleytexas
· Reviews

This is one pissed off band! The good thing is that they aren’t just ranting on here, but giving you information about things, like police and political oppression and suppression in “Gestapo! Gestapo!”, and about the food we eat in “Monsato’s Daughter”. It reminds me of the political anarcho punk rock and hardcore from the 1980s with the straight forward hardcore and the angry, but highly intelligent lyrics trying to get their message across. It brought me right back to when I was in high school and this was the type of stuff that my friends and I listened to a lot of. There are seven songs on here with only one breaking the two-minute mark, so they don’t beat around the bush, but they would if he was still in power I bet. Some great playing, great guitar playing with lots of power and nice leads, the bass is nice and rumbling through the songs, the drumming is almost out of control, and the singing is gruff with the back ground vocals a nice touch. This could totally fit in with the classics from the 1980s, and this just fucking kicks ass in every way, lyrically, and musically and you need to get this one! (Rick Ecker)

https://www.facebook.com/rodentlord http://rodentlord.bandcamp.com/album/anthropocene http://nolessrecords.com/

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The legendary crust classic is now available once again!

We are happy to announce our next new release

WILT – “Self Titled”

Here is a track from the upcoming LP

“Sermon for the Bootlickers”