charles bronson

my play

Power violence

D-Rock's 1st set

Powerviolence

Fuck

Some shit

Chriss

AntNatas Mix

Bad Brains - Attitude

Total Anarchy - Massacred Millions (The Varukers)

The Casualties - On The Front Line

Charles Bronson -  What's Wrong With Me (Faith Cover)

limited to 500 numbered copies, hand painted covers, all covers are different. olive green vinyl. comes with olive green sticker (only available in this record), and lyric sheet. 
PESSIMISER records (inglewood) 
******this record will ship on the week of april 27th*******
http://www.despiseyou.bigcartel.com/

03 - DESPISE YOU - DRINK POSITIVE

This Comp Kills Fascists Vol. 1 is a compilation album released by Relapse Records focusing on grindcore and powerviolence bands. The LP was released by Deep Six Records. A limited edition box set of 7 7" records was released in January 2009.[1] The album features 14 bands, 51 tracks and has a total running time of 57 minutes and 4 seconds. The album was compiled by Scott Hull of Pig Destroyer/Agoraphobic Nosebleed fame.
Many song titles and lyrics are politically charged (including the album title), mainly speaking against capitalism and fascism, some claiming that America is a fascist country. The CD artwork features a picture of George W. Bush's head with four L-shaped penises coming from his ears, mouth and top of his head that form to resemble a swastika.

MAGRUDERGRIND- 'Burden'

WITHDRAWAL

The Casualties - Sounds From The Streets

YAITW

(www.Anarcho-Punk.net)  Dystopia - 04 - The Growing Minority

(www.Anarcho-Punk.net)  Dystopia - 05 - Illusion Of Love (Carcinogen)

(www.Anarcho-Punk.net)  Dystopia - 06 - Number One Hypocrite

(www.Anarcho-Punk.net)  Dystopia - 07 - My Meds Aren't Working

(www.Anarcho-Punk.net) Dystopia Human Garbage  Slaved Chains

Charles Bronson - Pre(im)mature Retirement P.L.A.N.

Charles Bronson - Standing in Front of Bulldog Records

Complete Discocrappy

Charles Bronson - Marriage Can Suck It

Black Flag - Rise Above

shit sucks. acoustic guitars and some fake drums. booya. st ides



Two Months Off

I took two months off, and got the flu shot.
Lost my voice box  gettin' meds at the dope shop
I spoke soft til the nyquil dose dozed me off
And dreamt of knocking down walls crushing cops and their laws.
My deep sleeps found some old memories.
The kind i had during school amidst all my enemies.
I had a breaking through when reading my mental
To let the past go, while i grow my potential.

The kind of person that pretends is a fucking fake,
just like the better part of trends thats around in these days.
i got sick…  so i ain't thinking straight 
but i know the kings contaminate your fuckin' minds with waste.
i keep trying to find a quick ride to get to my high
now my lease is up, and i feel like im half alive.
i know you all feds poisoned my system.
so I'll skip my next shot when I'm feeling the symptoms

I got the flu from the federal doc.
for two months i lay across the cot.
i lay stuck in bed all aloonnnee nah nah
i know my votes won't stop the fed
so i'll attack by any means to end.
the all seeing eye in possession of the wrong hands.

Two Months Off

Taken from the limited edition 7" Flexi single available on A389 Recordings.
www.a389records.com


CHILDREN OF GOD Victimized

Charles Bronson - Twiggy On My Mind

Charles Bronson - Telecom U.S.A

Charles Bronson - I Go To School

Charles Bronson - Cross Me (Project X Cover)

I was psyched about this lil thing i did in two days. listen to it loud!


Drawn To Isolation

i took the G to the A. packed with the villians i hate, 
im the one percent of that percent that doesnt relate.
ive grown attached to rebellion since the day i remember.
gotta blow steam off the embers just to cool down my temper.
im bored now, and tired. i've been looking way higher.
to overcome these end of days but Love won't fill my desires.
i should shut up and pray, but im gonna dig for an answer.
even if i have to perish in the flames of disaster.

I took a cue from my brothers to get the hell outta dodge
a better set up at home, but my hearts thick in the fog.
i know i dont want a phone or machine, or you calling me. 
i wanna stay gone, and witness you all suffer from this disease.
scrap the digital cameras and then put seeds in your planters. 
create something more hopeful than what i read on yer wall.
i've got a fond thing for a natural human bonding. 
but this other form of mankind is nothing i would buy into.

I pride myself in defying the system til the day that i die.
closed minds will just follow all the rats without two open eyes. 
whats good for me, is not for you, or most humans too.
too blind, to see what else is out there than on channel 2.
i thought i'd fuck the police but i'd rather fuck the feds.
im just sick of living dead, and right now i feel headless,
brain stems stringed up, detained. im just trying to keep sane.
i think we'd all like to hold on to our own reigns.  
cursed, i know a few people that i'll never trust again.
losing friends to this game, is no way friendships should end.
but then again, what matters, is how you keep yourself in check. 
id cover up your heads when cops think that they shoot to protect.  
fuck paying your rent scheme, my credit is complete shit. 
this whole fuckin system can suck my fat fucking dick.
now that the ties been unknotted, and the strings are all cut.
im taking a personal day off from the world that you...fucked. 


Drawn To Isolation

Charles Bronson - Untitled Dekalb Hatedge Forever

All rights go to Charles Bronson
Track Listing
1.Marriage Can Suck It
2.Youth Attack
3.Obligatory Jock Slaughter Song
4.Fuck Technology Ill Keep My Pocket Change
5.Too Much Of A Good Thing
6.Punching A Gift Horse In The Face
7.The Kids Are Gonna Stick Together

Seven More Shitty-Ass Songs (Live In Fuckin Belgium) by Charles Bronson

The Casualties   'Tomorrow Belongs to Us'

This song is happy for all the sad people out there, or vice versa. whatever. 

Nothing Matters

shit. I'm growing bones out my forehead,
like 3 sharp horns piercing out through my cortex.
I'm taking shape of the baphomet, 
i told you the day we met, I'm the disciple the devil sent.
gone mad, cuz this substance is cruel. 
can't decipher my dreams in a coma from a bad mood. 
and now I'm twitching in my sleep. fuckin huffing up linseed,(oil)
killing all my nerves in the backseat.

i realize now that i can't do shit 
when I'm surrounded in my own dumb guilt and vomit.
at least I'm the only one that listens 
to my shitty rants about destroying the system.
tangled up in my sub thoughts, 
i never say the right thing when I'm fucked up
early morn, im found camping out in my heads fog
hoping for a clear day, so i can finally move on.

now im drivin home with my head gone.
running all red, while my heart barely hangs on.
i fell in love once, but whats the point now,
cuz the whole worlds all going hell bound.
my humors low brow, and thats how, 
i can laugh at my self for rotting out past the turn style.
all alone below the substrate 
look I'm in bad shape, scatter brained all over the fuckin place.

Nothing Matters

Charles Bronson - Individualized Floor Puncher

Extortion - Last Breath

dumb song, dumb lyrics, dumb ideology, fun times. mixed like shit. genesse's were flowing!...

i missed my train to freedom heading north, but im stuck here wishing
to get outta this empty feeling and hoping the whole world would just diminish 
im finished with these crowds, and it seems these dark clouds keep pouring down
so im collecting every cent to catch a ride back to my balanced ground
my mind detached from logic, i lost it while i was turning profit
now im walking headless cuz the system had me listed
to tax my brain stem.
its fine though, i never wanted to become a faceless drone in that cult.
cuz im my own, and the only thing you own of mines been stolen away from my home.
ya'll dont have control no more.
im for the cause to destroy your war. 
even though i was scammed into paying a quarter more for organic corn.
thats why im pawning off all of my belongings
ive been stuck fucking up, laying around, lazy and down, and ignoring the law./
but thats that, its not like ive got a raise in 5 years or so./

im still a chump that pays the deposit on 12 bottles, 
and i've about lost it, on adventure to hold the whole world hostage../
but i've got no postage to litter the capitol with a terrorist motive.
just a closed lid on this tupperware full of chemicals to erode pigs./

im gonna soar the skies swiftly, before you destroy the air i breath. 
then like the drug controls the fiend
i'll control the world, encouraging love and unity /
peace, thats just another word for war to me.
and you ask me why im sick of this king?  
im from the east, /
born in 1985 as part of the generation y.  
a generation where this internet shit rules everyones pathetic lives./
hold on, let me post that. so big brother fucking knows that..
i wish i'd disappear and come back as a comet with earth in its path./
im on a trail that leads to my demise, and while my minds going null,
im searching over my mess it seems everyone left, now im here all alone./

i've broken off, and now im slowly floating back into a black hole.
and the pull has got my sanity collapsing twofold inside my fat skull./
im sure when the feeling of love is gone, that nothing matters anymore./
so im on to a new ritual, thats got me creeping through the devils door. 

im dumb, from small town, i love guns, and eat cows
i get drunk and scream loud. then pass out!/

i cant afford air anymore, so im moving on to absorb the soil.
reincarnate into a green plant, cuz i fucking hate where my fucking heads at.
im losing touch with people cuz to most im alien and see through,
but even as a ghost its hard to move on and escape the things i hate the most
and the closest thing i have to reason is this synthetic fucking plan
and even then i cant depend on any helping fucking hand.
thats why im skipping town now. but not for another hour,
i spent 2 bucks to get a coke and i've got a gyro to devour./
i sure hope we all start over with no phones, macs, apps or cable.
cuz theres a beauty in this nature. 
especially when the currents been disabled./
and for anything man made, my intentions arent that great. 
i always pray for ill fate. whether its friend, foe, or family./
i released that anger for one thing, but still, my life means nothing.
im hunting for what could be the answer, but nothing yet has struck me. /
i've built myself a pile of this, and if you don't know what my style is,
baby im a nihilist. /


Baby, I'm A Nihilist

GOD'S AMERICA
Our Bones Will Bleach In The Sun
7" / Digital
www.a389records.com

GOD'S AMERICA Brain Numb

Shai Hulud "Reach Beyond the Sun" from the album "Reach Beyond the Sun"

Shai Hulud "Reach Beyond the Sun"

Toxie "Newgate" b/w "T.I.E.S."
Buy: http://www.goner-records.com/cart/index.php?main_page=product_info&cPath=4&products_id=10526

Toxie. New band. Funny name. Those that don't know better might lump them into a retro post-punk or C86 thing - but there's more going on. This Memphis foursome is banging out a well-crafted racket all their own. Alex Burden's Nico-esque vocals ooze all over shimmery guitars from Madison Farmer (Coasting) and buzzy keyboard hooks from Magic Kids mastermind Will McEllroy. Ben Bauermeister's rat-a-tat keeps it all on track. Who knew you could have this many parts in a pop song? We didn't. But we're liking it. 

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Bandcamp : http://toxie.bandcamp.com/
Email : toxiememphis@gmail.com

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Toxie "Newgate" // 7" Out Now On Goner Records

WITHDRAWAL Guardian Angel
Taken from the upcoming split 7" w/ YOUNG AND IN THE WAY
Coming Early 2013 on A389 Recordings

WITHDRAWAL Guardian Angel

After technically three years in the making, TLAL has finally concocted a legit and destructive sampler. Pro-pressed full color disc face but otherwise DIY packaging to keep the price down. In fact, these are all being sold at cost. Includes long out of print releases. This CD harbors the worst of the worst which includes MEHKAGO N.T., FINAL DRAFT, PRETTYLITTLEFLOWER, BLOODY PHOENIX, MAGRUDERGRIND, TERMINAL YOUTH, ARCHAGATHUS, RHINO CHARGE, GODSTOMPER, CONGA FURY, MESRINE, PROLETAR, HIP COPS, SMG, SAKATAT, UNHOLY GRAVE, GATE, AGATHOCLES, ATHRENODY, KAKISTOCRACY, NUX VOMICA, XBRAINIAX, AXRXMX, BADEATINGHABITS, LEARN, I OBJECT, FXPXOX, TEMPER, MEDIA CIRCUS, RAT BYTE, COMMON ENEMY, MAKHLOK PEROSAK, STREET SHARKS, and NOCOMPLY. More than fifty tracks in less than an hour, how can you not download this?

Magrudergrind - My Inner Self

Cops Are Quitters, among many other things. 

quitter

i always had a hatred for authoritarian patriots,
disguised as do gooders protecting investments,
but rather they misuse their power on innocence.
i know that, because my dads a fucking bigot.
/ i grew up alone cold and muted my own thoughts.
just waiting for a moment to call out a few cops.
your pensions not about how many struggling families lives that you threw out.
a loud mouth, still sour that you screwed up your future for a promise
of false power.
/ im nobody but i still dream of a world where i can skate free.
hoping young revolutionaries will burn the world then come and save me.
im working hard, or not at all to break every fucking state law.
and prayed the start of the end would lead to our governments own pitfall.
if we revolt and take over town hall, its all i can hope for.
to return whats owed back to us, and begin this whole new folklore.

this cold system always incarcerates the innocent souls.
while friends return dead for unjust corporate occupation for oil
this nation is spoiled, and breeds our war mongering police force.
cuz i was told these young gamers are only training to become our
country's drones.
and the whole reason im broke is… i can't follow orders.
my whole shits in chaos, but i won't quit and become another bail out.
like thugs who fail outta college and become another cop for a small town.
all out quitters, theres more to fight for than a fucking (corrupt) crown….
… i drown myself with the fermented malt to shut down my head
then im just a host to the anarchist i dreamt
and in disorder we'll rule the world removing this evil force
and have a common goal to improve the well being of our forms.
no more unjust and fabricated stories.
cuz the glory of life comes not from destroying,
cuz once theres and end to this turmoil
ill compost their remains into a healthy soil.

Charles Bronson - Individualized Floor Puncher

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