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Sailing A Crazy Ship

by WICCANS

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walk the streets stare into glass walls of humanity there is nothing left to see translucent entity I am plastic the synthetic eye opened its just a thread split into a million ends all leading to the past a cryptogram contained within the blood of man the abattoir overflows the pendulum swings across the galaxy the severed wires of technology used to form a nest to encase the future in lie in wait
2.
Automaton 01:54
adaptation to the mold android structure of flesh and bone actions that aren't your own atrophy of the whole execution of the mind lack of purpose waste of time organism undefined inoculated and exiled waste of human form parasitic drone swarm the gates that hold order scratch the surface underneath is a false identity patterns that intersect split off into neglect aberration wound up and set free
3.
Bestiary 02:45
scum rises to the top on the surface left to rot obscure the truth and try to hide web of destruction left behind absolution cant be found pay the price a pound of flesh proliferation of toxic ideals is this even real a thousand eyes staring back from space as constellations slither around your neck
4.
Medusa 3000 02:58
communication of ideas a fractal network wrought by fear lexicon of fabrication electric minds hum in elation an ovoid cracked in two pooling into a new view anxiety and frustration seeping through the pores of generations spinal columns transmitting the frequencies-cles into beyond the limits this is not reality it is just a lucid dream
5.
theres nothing new under the sun its all been done another trope becomes meaningless a rat race through mirrored veils the illusion of progress you chase your own tall across a moebius strip endless madness a time to be born a time to die awaken as a beast a caged animal hold your own hand eat of the flesh cannibalize yourself regurgitate a new form same as before
6.
spores exploding through the sky beyond the minds eye thrust into the unknown upon the light of cosmic tongues pulled into magnetic fields beating against my brain like an electric pulse beating against my brain I can't ever forget what comes next why do we even exist descending down into the abyss the taste of life touches the lips an atmosphere not unlike our own spread the seeds of disease upon the precipice of human continuum embark upon our destiny upon a course of corruption and greed
7.
the final utterance from the mouths of demagogues chained to the words that command you to kneel a communion to the monolith a microcosm of the world dissected and observed every fragment pulled apart every liber consumed and spit out reassembled and pieced together again a new you perfect in every wav
8.
Optic Chains 01:44
total amnesia cant remember who I am brain in a noose constrict and dilate holographic insects lead the hive to their death confusion is the only key that can unlock reality degenerate into a mental sewer acclimation to this world innovation of optic chains keeping us within the gates crossing the bridge into the mouths of sharpened teeth dripping wet with viscera
9.
sword of heaven cutting through space and time swath a path to a new life obliteration of the self assume the shape of someone else absorbed into communal function an amorphous blob of deconstruction melting into you open arms folding into themselves a prism reflecting every face staring back at you with infinite love sow into fruition the embodiment of evil devouring the powerless infecting the reservoir with its purpose a sense of joy flows amongst the followers the universal family of order has begun

about

"Where does the time go? As I write this Wiccans has been a band for eight years now. This is confirmed by a YouTube clip from a Denton house show, uploaded in March 2009. I'm playing a white strat and wearing a cardigan sweater, therein fulfilling the unspoken rule in Wiccans of looking as not-punk as possible. All these years later, the origins of this band are hazy to me, since I'm now more of a fan than an ex-member, so I consult MRR #381 where Payton Green explains, "I had been in hardcore bands always, and Andrew (who's in Parquet Courts now) and I were driving home from a show in Dallas. We'd been talking about doing a hardcore band since we were like seventeen or eighteen together. Andrew already had the name."

"I became involved because they thought I looked like a singer or something," adds Adam Cahoon, a sweet teddy bear of a man that turns into barking lunatic behind a microphone. The original lineup was Payton Green, Adam Cahoon, Harpal Assi, Gregory Rutherford and myself. We played house shows, we recorded a 7" and wrote as many songs as we could together, our time being divided by bands like Orange Cokes, Wax Museums, Bad Sports, Teenage Cool Kids just to name a few. And then I made the move to New York.

But that truly was only the beginning for Wiccans. The Teenage Cults 7", got a lot of attention, and my friend and ex-bandmate Daniel Zeigler stepped in to fill my shoes on guitar. The band started touring and writing new songs together and becoming a well-oiled hardcore machine. The reputation as an amazing live band was now established outside of Denton. In New York, in Nashville and in Detroit. The band release Skullduggery, the first LP. They toured like madmen, then Daniel leaves the band and is replaced by Shea Brooks. Harpal and Adam leave Denton for Austin and Payton for Oklahoma City, but despite geographic distance and membership in roughly a dozen other bands, Wiccans is able to release a second album, Field II, and tour.

So now it's 2017. Wiccans members now all live in Austin they are unveiling their third full-length, Sailing a Crazy Ship. From the onset, the band made it a priority to actively avoid trends within the hardcore punk scene. Wiccans have always been the band that mysterious guys and dangly-earring, switchblade dorks wished they were in. Fads come and go, but creativity and transparency are timeless, and never before has this been so evident than on Sailing a Crazy Ship. Payton Green's talent for writing inspiring guitar lines has never been sharper (see the maddeningly catchy riff on 'Under the Sun'), and he and Shea come together as a single solid force on this record. Songwriting chops are at an all-time high for the band. I've always admired this Wiccans' ability to eschew the predictable "now we do a breakdown" structure of American hardcore. They are fucking with structure, as much as with genre. At times on Sailing I'm hearing just as much inspiration from Thin Lizzy and Roxy Music than I do Poison Idea or Negative Approach. Recorded by Denton legends Mark Ryan and Jeff Burke (of Marked Men), the nine tracks are fast and ferocious, lacking the slow dirges of previous full-lengths. The boys are sailing fast, but maintaining complete control over their ship. The title track's intro gives listeners the uncertain, cautious sensation of a vessel lifting off, but a galloping pogo beat confirms that Wiccans have reached outer space, and are cutting through the cosmos at light-speed.

This band gives me hope that hardcore can still be inventive and creative, while staying true to being what it is: angry, destructive music. Basically this is the best Wiccans record yet, and you'd be a fool not to pick it up."
-A. Savage

credits

released June 9, 2017

adam - vox
harpal - bass
payton - guitar
shea - guitar
gregory - drums

recorded and mixed by
mark ryan and jeff burke
at cool devices, november 2016

mastered by mikey young

layout by a. savage

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