Nuclear Hatred

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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
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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
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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!
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Norman Bates 01:39
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!
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Killer Croc 01:32
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
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Stick 'em 03:14
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
8.
World War Z 03:14
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
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Zamboni 04:19
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

about

"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.

credits

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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