Nuclear Hatred

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"A satisfyingly nostalgic feeling album."
- Zero Tolerance

"A multi-genre cavalcade that is heavy and daring."
- WeLoveMetal.com

"An amalgamation of metal and hardcore punk. A ton of fun in the exact sort of spirit one would expect from such a combined genre."
- Glacially Musical

"Faithful to the principles of the crossover, the album consists of short and violent titles, and palpable punk influences."
- Metal C*nt

"On this flat-out fun album we're treated to a vast array of influences that range from thrash (Testament, Exodus, Kreator, Overkill, Megadeth, Lääz Rockit, Anthrax, and Forbidden) to crossover (The Accused, C.O.C., Suicidal Tendencies, M.O.D., Cryptic Slaughter, Leeway, and D.R.I. ) with a few cool odds and ends (Carnivore, Dead Kennedys, S.N.F.U., October 31, and The Ramones) tossed in for good measure!"
- Heavy Metal Time Machine

"Hard-hitting, quick-paced numbers...raw, reckless punk-like fury."
- JP's Music Blog

Hailing disrespectively from Brooklyn, NY and Wantage, NJ comes the worst band ever to attempt any form of music – Nuclear Hatred.

Formed in October 2010 under the name Zamboni, the crossover two-piece features the bombastic bass and booming vocals of Chris Butera and the Ramones-esque buzzsaw riffing guitars of Robert Orr. Initially known as Nuclear Hatred initially began life in the ashes of Butera's former thrash metal band Obliterator, whom Orr once saw open for Hexen, Mantic Ritual and Rattlehead at The Meatlocker in Montclair, NJ. Butera had a vision for something “so stupid and offensive it had to work.” Fusing a lethal cocktail with ingredients ranging from Carnivore and D.R.I. to NWA and the Wu Tang Clan, Zamboni's original lineup consisted of Butera, Orr and drummer “Nuclear” Nathan Wolff, releasing the “Blood on the Ice” demo, the “Mother of the Resistance EP,” their live album “Live Stupidity” and finally, “Sucks! The Stupid EP” before Wolff left the band due to career and personal reasons.

Zamboni would perform sporadically utilizing various live drummers from either other bands on the same bill or outright pulling random people out of the crowd before Butera would meet Roger Padilla at an Obituary concert in 2012. Padilla joined Zamboni shortly after and the band continued playing occasional gigs that they would book themselves, mostly to “help out underground touring bands that were coming though the area and needed a show.” Among these bands were Texas' Insinnerator and Terrorist, Boston's Sonic Pulse, Sweden's Six In Line and Alabama's Cancerslug. Zamboni would also organize and run the annual “Thrash Bash BBQ” festival – which is in its fifth year currently.

Zamboni began recording their self-titled debut in 2014, with a myriad of issues and time constraints leading to Padilla's unofficial departure and a plethora of delays. Two years later, the album is finally complete and ready to cause riots in the streets. Due to the band's longstanding drummer dilemmas, Orr and Butera have decided to go the route of Agoraphobic Nosebleed and both record and play live with programmed drums – proving once and for all that no band is more awful than the dreaded Nuclear Hatred.

Due to legal reasons, Zamboni were forced to change their name to Nuclear Hatred almost immediately after the albums release (initially self-titled under the original name).

Controversial? Right out of the starting gate.

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released April 15, 2016

Recorded "Where The Magic Happens," Wantage, NJ

Robert Orr: Mixing, Engineering, Guitars, Vocals

Chris Butera: Bass, Vocals, Artwork

Roger Padilla: Drums on tracks 3-5 and 7-9

Bill Cosby: Drums and Pudding Pops on tracks 2 and 6

Mastered by Eric Feliciano
Nuclear Hatred uses: ESP and Dean Guitars, Ibanez Basses, Fender Amplification, Hartke Amplification, Ernie Ball Strings, D'Addario Strings

This album has been brought to you by the Biracial Chair Democratic Republic of the People.

All songs written, performed and published by Nuclear Hatred. Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.

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Track Name: The Greater Evil
Politics are bullshit today
Lies and greed pave the way
War rules this land now
Bleeding us like a slaughtered cow

They'll take away your every right
And you can't even put up a fight
Two sides of the same fucking coin
With our money they purloin

The Greater Evil
Vote for none
The Greater Evil
Turn tail and Run
The Greater Evil
Watch them lie
The Greater Evil
We'll all die

The masses are all asleep
Following like trained sheep
Our leaders send us out to die
But they stay in office I don't know why

We have to wake up soon
Our imminent destruction looms
The Land of the Free is no longer that
And I can't take all this crap

The Greater Evil
Vote for none
The Greater Evil
Turn tail and Run
The Greater Evil
Watch them lie
The Greater Evil
We'll all die

One says this
The other says that
Each of them is a dirty rat
Making all their wallets fat
I am not down with that
Track Name: Nuclear Hatred
Black, white, yellow, brown
It makes no difference – you're all clowns
You speak of peace with your fingers cross
You're hand above a button, of course
The world so afraid it cannot see
The truth of their reality
Loss of individuality
left with no morality

The missile's launched by the swine
Then another comes from the other side
The rest of the world reacts
And every living soul attacks

Nuclear Hatred
All against all
Nuclear Hatred
Every power falls
Nuclear Hatred
No one lives to tell the tale
Nuclear Hatred
Epic Fail

Go ahead, drop the bomb
We had more trouble in Vietnam
Ours are bigger and better too
It never got launched 'cuz we're “friends” with you
We all decide to do the same
Someone else is sure to blame
We'll just declare war on everyone
Let's hope they don't have bigger guns

The missile's launched by the swine
Then another comes from the other side
The rest of the world reacts
And every living soul attacks

Nuclear Hatred
All against all
Nuclear Hatred
Every power falls
Nuclear Hatred
No one lives to tell the tale
Nuclear Hatred
Epic Fail

What more can we do?
Everyone else is dead
The last living human declared the victor
And to that victor lay the crown on his head
A spoiled world of ashes and rubble
An earth of death, famine and filth
If he grows hungry, he'll become a cannibal
And drink from the blood that is spilt

The missile's launched by the swine
Then another comes from the other side
The rest of the world reacts
And every living soul attacks

Nuclear Hatred
All against all
Nuclear Hatred
Every power falls
Nuclear Hatred
No one lives to tell the tale
Nuclear Hatred
Epic Fail
Track Name: Brain Hemorrhage
Splitting headache
Death comes on swift wings
What could cause this?
The siren sings and sings

You see red
As blood fills your eyes
No escape
from this terrible demise

Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage - No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage - No!

Deadly poison
Your brain begins to pulse
Sweet release
The grim reaper calls

Like a dagger
Blade lodged in your brain
Nothing can stop
This unbearable pain

Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage – No!
Headache, Headache, Headache
Brain Hemorrhage - No!
Track Name: Norman Bates
Norman Bates, Norman Bates
In “Mother Mode” and quite irate
He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell
You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel

Spend the night at your own expense
Never come back, ladies and gents
Step into the shower, get stabbed in the back
“Mother's orders” - you've been whacked
Try to run, try to hide
You were already dead when you stepped inside

Norman Bates, Norman Bates
In “Mother Mode” and quite irate
He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell
You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel

Call the cops to investigate the scene
There's something strange about Mrs. B.
Not sure where to place the blame
Mother and son are one and the same
It seems the poor boy lost his mind
On that fateful night that Mommy died

Norman Bates, Norman Bates
In “Mother Mode” and quite irate
He'll never hurt a fly – but he'll send you to Hell
You're gonna die at the Bate's Motel

It's too late!
Norman Bates!
Track Name: Killer Croc
Waylon Jones snaps necks, breaks bones
Dwells in the sewers that he calls home
Gnashing teeth – cannibal
Devours your flesh for a morbid sensation
Hunting bats on patrol
Committing crimes to lure his prey
Evil eyes – serpentine
Wreaking havoc on the people of Gotham

Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock

Waylon Jones, born in a sideshow
Psychotic rage got him landed in Arkham
Iron hide – homicide
Brute strength makes fro simple murder
Chilling bite – appetite
His lust for blood will never be quenched
Silently, violently
Unleashing wrath on society

Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Killer Croc, Killer Croc
Hit him with a rock
Track Name: Stick 'em
Playing some Halo late one night
Hear some whore's voice on Xbox Live
Know she's easy, invite her for some fun
Get ready to use your fucking gun

She shows up around 10 or 11
You know her "Blood Gulch" is a ticket to heaven
Sticking her with your plasma sword
She screams for you to dominate her more

Moaning in alien tongues
She wants you to cock your gun
When you are ready to come,
Take out a plasma grenade and stick 'em

Your battle rifle's pumping in three round bursts
She wants you to assassinate her first
Get ready for firefight with your fuck buddy
Who knew gamer chicks were this slutty?

Ready to shoot can't hold it no more
Your Warthog's throttle is pinned to the floor
MAC rounds authorized, here we go
Realize you forgot an "overshield"-DO'H!
Moaning in alien tongues
She wants you to cock your gun
When you are ready to come,
Take out a plasma grenade and stick 'em
Track Name: World War Z
The war against the apocalypse began with a chemical leak
The gas spreads far across the globe, disease given unto the weak
The people of course, are told nothing but lies, their ignorance no longer bliss
When a relative spews black acid blood it's kill 'em or turn into this

Grab your gun, suit up
Shoot 'em in the head
Be prepared for the fight - the war against the undead
Kick ass, shoot what move,s don't stop 'till it's deceased
Give 'em hell 'till their brains are blown out
And you might survive World War Z

Across the street and around the globe, a war is going on
Z's coming strong and they won't die – they even withstand the cold
Nuclear war we can't even perform – our government's mostly turned
If we lose hope will surely die, there's gotta be a way to win

Grab your gun, suit up
Shoot 'em in the head
Be prepared for the fight - the war against the undead
Kick ass, shoot what move,s don't stop 'till it's deceased
Give 'em hell 'till their brains are blown out
And you might survive World War Z

The battle of Yonkers and Avalon are turning points in the war
The latter gives us strategy – providing us a film
The final fight in New Mexico awards us victory
As we all up the irons – “The Trooper” our battle creed
Track Name: Zamboni
In the middle of the hockey game
Machine comes out to clean up the stage
But things are different this particular day
'Cuz Pete the Zombie's here – he's looking insane
Gets on his baby and he's loaded on beer
Turns the ignition on and starts up a cheer
He's got that look in his eye – time to do something bad
Cheers turn to screams and it is totally rad

Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Everyone scream

And so begins the bench clearing brawl
Nobody here is safe – no matter how tall
And don't you even try to leave your seat
'Cuz nothing's gonna stop Zamboni Pete
He'll grind you up in his machine of death
Watch your intestines get pulled out of your chest
There's a decapitated head in the goal post
The home team wins and now they're toast

Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Everyone scream

What's this commotion on the hockey rink?
The screams of pain and my God, what a stink
The smell of beer and piss and rotting flesh
Entrails are scattered at this game of death
Everyone's dead but the fun's just begun
There's the door, Pete's gotta run
With his icy tank of certain fate
When he comes to your town you'll know it's too late

Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Fear the Zamboni
Everyone scream