Wet The Rope is a hardcore band consisting of members of Pitchfork, Amber Inn, Sinker, Exhale and many others. It's members have been actively making music for almost 30 years. "The Sum of Our Scars" is their debut album, and while you can hear the influences of the members' previous bands, the anger of this LP may catch you by surprise. This album deals with the consequences of sexual abuse and predatory behavior. It is meant as both a personal and a political statement.
12 tracks of intense emotional pissed political hardcore!!!
released February 15, 2017
WET THE ROPE is
Nick Frederick, AJ Wilhelm, Scott Torguson, and Chris Sanders.
We wrote these songs, and we recorded and mixed them mostly ourselves.
Basic tracks were recorded in January, 2016, at The Dock in Sacramento, CA by AJ with some help from Lance Jackman.
Lead vocals were recorded in January and February, 2016, at Musicol in
Columbus, OH by Keith Hanlon.
Backing vocals and some other stuff was recorded in March, 2016, at Panoramic House in Stinson Beach, CA by AJ.
AJ and rest of us mixed the songs from March to June, 2016, at Panoramic House and at AJ’s house in San Francisco, CA.
AJ flew to Sweden in July, 2016, and mastered the songs with Eric Broyhill at MonsterLab in Stockholm.
John Conley @blkbrix handled package design and photography with our input. Jialin Luh took the band photograph in Oakland, CA.
This city is fucking dead. The buildings are reduced to rubble. The trees are charred to ash. Our throats are choked with bile. You lit the match. Is there one blade of grass to prove that I’m still here? I’m coming after you.
Track Name: Paulk Effect
You’re a charlatan. Shilling pain disguised as comfort. You are the reason I don’t believe. Descended from a long line of sick fucks. You’ve got your scripture, we’ve got our codes, but it all means nothing to you. Fuck your god. There is no redemption for you. Your history is your undoing. Make your peace.
Track Name: This Malignance
We don’t choose our inspiration. It burns through us like bullets from the sun. We wear it both as a badge and a noose. This malignance, it drives our actions. This malignance, it moves through me. When we die, we leave a flame. Do it now. Your life as a true expression of this fury; every bone rebelling against itself. We move through this together.
Track Name: I´ll Follow You All The Way To Your Fiery Grave
I’LL FOLLOW YOU ALL THE WAY TO YOUR FIERY GRAVE
I promise to ruin you.
Track Name: Swing From The Heart
SWING FROM THE HEART
Dressed in suits around a cold table. I know there is little truth to be found. Never want to be here again. No beauty to be found. Transcripts of abuse and pain. Lives in chaos. Every breath is a concealment. There is no victory, only endurance. Nails cutting skin. Words don’t come back.
Track Name: Heavy Heart, Heavy Hands
HEAVY HEART, HEAVY HANDS
We are born with guns glued to our hands. Triggers depressed, always firing. My hands are in your mouth. It’s just a matter of where we point them. There are always victims. You made the choice to aim for the head. It’s coming back at you. My aim is true. I know my target, I’m locked in on you.
Track Name: A Landscape Abraded
A LANDSCAPE ABRADED
I’ve looked it in the eyes. It put it hands through me. I don’t recover, it’s written all over me. Scrape inside my skin. Every step is a record of a scar. These pieces of glass, they place us in our present. I am what... We are what we’ve made.
Track Name: It Ends Here
IT ENDS HERE
Awards and accomplishments are just a mask. Trying to cover for your impotence. Turn that knife inside you narcissistic fuck. To reach inside a fucked up mind that must destroy to stay alive. No more victims
Track Name: Feminism Is Not A Tool To Get You Laid, Motherfucker
FEMINISM IS NOT A TOOL TO GET YOU LAID, MOTHERFUCKER
A house of mirrors, a house of cards. An heir to an infinite line of predators. Position yourself as a savior. Educate to gain power. I’ve got nothing left to lose. Deceive, deceive. This is not over
Track Name: Snake Oil Over Science
SNAKE OIL OVER SCIENCE
Wrap ourselves in a moment, and it’s gone. Never again. A two-bit shuckster with a pocket full of shit. Cut the lines. It’s not obtainable. There will never be…
Track Name: Tapercut Silence
I’ll sew your mouth shut with a rusty needle to keep the garbage from infecting the air. I’ll cut your hands off to spare the world from your poison. Disasters, they can only live so long. There is no learning, only shifting. It’s all a facade. But there is no heart to cut out. It’s cold, dead, already on the floor. It’s time to walk away. Sleep well.
Track Name: Nantucket Red Delicious
NANTUCKET RED DELICIOUS
I’ll leave this bag of shit right there beside the road. It’s all for you. I’m through, it’s over. The system failed. The punishment was a farce. We have rewarded the wrong things. Bred ourselves for defective lives. Forced their food down our throats. You are a commodity of this world, to the nines in acceptable costume. The epitome of just how we’ve failed. Fuck this place, I’m done. Burn it all. Burn it all. Burn it all. Burn it all. Burn it all. Burn it all. Burn it all. Burn it all.