Botch is a 4 man blast of aggressive hardcore! These pictures were from the Hardcore Fest in Portland in December of '97. Go see them, I urge you... rarely do bands get as intense when they play as these guys do. Check their lyrics out too... they're good.
picture by Jim Hekseth
lyrics to the faction 7 inch
contraction:
i have no feelings for you... you can't smother this anymore. distraught
notions of life's consistency, our convictions will not fall at your feet. mislead, disrust,
vindication. there is so much more still kept in the dark of what this all is for. i won't
stand for it anymore, i won't stand for this anymore, we can't stand it any longer.
ebb:
erosion of the land causes my establishment to fall down to the ground below and i feel so low. i can't escape from you. reconstruction, it's time to build again. maybe once this time i'll win. maybe i'll have better luck this time. this time. erosion.
stupid me: it's just another selfish game, but i won't participate in this
way of conquest, right of passage. strive for stature, exploit the
passive. point rank system. joint rape project. count me out, i'm not submitting. your score proves nothing to me. masculinity...
in spite of this:
i cannot, i will not support your lies, innocent organization the
disguise, but in truth a business that feeds from the pockets of those seeking innocence. preaching words of hate, unfounded hate, and you remain in
spite of this. integration of the lifestyles you wish kept from your lives, a belief for the people you see fit in your eyes. i will not be broken. you can not destoy me. why can't we accept diversity? immunity...
Lyrics toThe Unifyling Themes of Sex, Death, and Religion
(sans faction)
god vs. science: i didn't want to open my eyes,, but the bomb's strapped to my back, forced to hear the children's cries, i see no reason why (words) why (lines) life's this way, why (fear)
why (love) as time decays, redefining. the cold black portrait stares back at me and i can see no reason why (force) why (fed) goes on this way, why (lock) why (load) as we decay, redefining, now the bomb's strapped to my
back.
third part in a tragedy: lied, lied again. now your terms come to an end, and it seemed quite shameless at the time, and for years. has it been so long? afraid to die, and for years, now it tears from the inside out. and for years. it scrapes the flesh, it scrapes to wash.
inch by inch: rip it open wider, let no inch remain. rip me open harder, tear my soul and let it drain. molded facts keep faith intact, so close the text. search within deeper, examine every inch. expectation, nothing, something you can't quite clinch. i burn so clean, why can't you see.
o fortuna: sors immanis, et inanis, rota to volubilis. status malus, vana salus, semper dissolubilis. obumbrata, et elata, michi quoque niteris. nunc per ludum, dorsum nudum, fero tui sceleris. dread destiny and empty fate, an everturning wheel. who make adversity and fickle health, alike turn to nothing. in the dark and secretly, you work against me. how through your trickery my naked back is turned to you unarmed.
closure: your faith and blind devotion are the actions of one aware, created as machines for the lawless powers of those who would never care. the blood runs off their hands, as thick as their precious black gold. something they think is worth dying for, something we can't condone. their chains will break. we can't let this continue, the rape of our world, only to ensure the success of those who don't give a fuck about what they crush, under their flagrant despot footsteps. i won't wear the blindfold.
picture by Jim Hekseth
Botch is: Dave Knudson on the guitar, Brian Cook on the bass, Dave Verellen on the mic, and Tim Latona on the drums. They've been playing together since Oct. of '94.
picture by bonny pdx
all songs written by Botch in 1995 and 1996 except "o fortuna," taken from carl orff's opera "carmina burana"
picture by susan surface
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