Antisect
Out From The Void

We live in the light, the grim light that illuminates the shit that fills our existence and spreads around us. In this devouring society of appearances, where attractiveness is no longer a privilege but an obligation, where laws are no longer laws, it is the smiling faces of the powerful, the hypocrites, the well-connected, and the small-minded self-righteous that are always shining. People who first go to church and then would spit in the eye of every person of color they encounter on the street.

Despise with all your heart that false, plastic world. Just as true heroes roam in the dark, like the homeless person who fights every day in a land of sharks, or the exploited family that can't make ends meet, genuine revolutionaries and prophets choose darkness. In the 1700s, conspirators gathered by candlelight. Then came the Antisect: five years together, a new genre pulled out of their magical hat: crust punk. To which we add this little rare gem: ten minutes and change of absolute fury and rage. Guitar riffs as sharp as blades, drums that kick your poor drowsy mind, and the voice of thousands of people swallowed into the deadly spiral of the system fused, as if by an arcane miracle, into that of Pete Lyons. This is "Out From The Void".

Abandon your cold light and open your corolla to the dim astral light, like a reborn jasmine.

Embrace the darkness, and come out of the void.