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***From the murky border between the urban jungle and the smoldering forests of Hades comes Crack: We Are Rock. Spawned as a cough syrup-fueled dream somewhere in the Midwest ca. 1995, founder King Riff brought his vision to San Francisco and performed under the Crack:WAR banner with a revolving cast of savants and sociopaths. Eventually teaming up with black metal poseur Obscuratron, the line-up solidified with the addition of L'Erin and Le Kim, sirens with a poetic vision who had fallen off the back of a caravan in a Satanic children's circus. After touring the US and Japan, Crack:WAR dropped Silent Fantasy on an unsuspecting public. Combining electronics gone wrong with glue-sniffer schoolyard taunts and festering disco rhythms, Crack:WAR gave robo-chic the surrealist bathroom beatdown it savagely deserved. Crack:WAR immersed themselves in their collective obsessions (specter-infested woods, fiendish horsemen, and New Age warfare) and now unleash a full-length fever dream-journey into a psychedelic future where rainbow-coated simians control the machines and bloodied unicorns sip wine with shrouded reptiles. "As thrilling as getting a stiletto crammed into your chin by a mistress with a whip" --The Stranger
"As chilling as it is exciting" --Alternative Press
"A post-punk nightmare of twisted technology; a kinky must" -NME
"Art-damaged death-disco" --S.F. Bay Guardian
"Matching tan uniforms" --XLR8R
"Crack:We Are Rock are the minions of Satan" --Careless Talk Costs Lives |
