"In January of 2000, we got together with no pre-conceived notion of what wed sound like. T-Def (Charlie Parker, Free Bass, Destroy All Music" on WREK FM) was known to be loud, frantic, noisy and deliberately so. Stewart (formerly of William Carlos Williams, Lustmordem, At War with Satan, and PissChrist) played drums with a tiny Han Bennink on one shoulder and a tiny Dave Lombardo on the other. I had an alto saxophone, a microphone and a borrowed amp. Together, the sky would be the limit or the sky would fall. Fast forward to March of 2003. That motherfucker George W. Bush is sending the country (and its young men and women) to fight a pre-emptive war for no real good reason. Wed been playing very free, early-FMP/Haters style music, and focused our sonic output on those pushing this invasion. The result was about 15 short bursts of energy directed at 15 members of the Project for the New American Century. It felt good. Damn good, in fact. And it sounded good. The next time we played live, we played this new hardcore set. The lazy art crowd in the house enjoyed it. We dug it, too, sent it to the Czech Republic, pressed it onto 220 heavy vinyl records, wrapped them in print shop cleaner paper, and are unleashing it on the world. Chris may list the song titles. He may not. Either way: "Colin Powell Uncle Tom" was omitted by the pressing plant, so if you want to hear that song, gather two of your friends, count to four real fast and start screaming liar and/or fucker or any combination of the two while your friends unleash a torrent of rage. When youre done, say sell out." - Marshall Avett; Old Gold.