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Warmonger

by QOHELETH

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  • Cassette + Digital Album

    Released by Cruel Nature Records, this initial run of Warmonger tapes is limited to 50 copies worldwide. We have seven remaining for sale in the U.S.

    Pro-dubbed clear cassette, with pro-printed inlay and pink ink on-body shell print, in a clear library case.

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  • Warmonger-O's

    Presenting the latest breakfast craze, Warmonger-O's! (Note: does not contain any actual cereal or food.) This special presentation of Warmonger comes in an exclusive cereal box package, featuring new art from Caiden Withey and Jeremy Hunt.

    Each box includes the following:

    - Bomb Shepherd, a custom mini figure joining the rest of the QOHELETH figure crew. Sculpted by Jimmy Craig and casted by Jeff D'Ottavio, the mad geniuses behind Dead Bird Toys
    - Confusing T-shirt in either Black, Gray, or Hot Pink
    - Volume 5 of Toxic Waste Buzzkill. The lyrics of Warmonger presented in full-color zine format
    - Warmonger digital download
    - Contaminator EP digital download
    - Stickers

    Each box of Warmonger-O's also includes Bombs Away!, a board game designed for using your mini figures to play.

    The cassette version of Warmonger is available from Cruel Nature Records here: cruelnaturerecordings.bandcamp.com/album/warmonger

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1.
Mankind 01:14
2.
Jael's Spike 03:40
You’ve spent years raping the faith out of boys and girls Telling rib-crafted women they are lesser beings and using scraps of Scripture to enslave people with skin darker than the paper its printed on And you wonder why the pews are empty? You wonder why the faith is faltering? Jesus, we still follow And we’re trying to hold to that faith But your silence is deafening in the face of these cries Now would be a great time to resurrect the threshing floor Hold these vultures to something more than simply claiming a name, a cross, a veil of safety behind which to hide Is that angel of death that greeted Egypt’s firstborns still around?
3.
[Verse 1] The jig is up. The gag is fin-ished and it’s sin-is-ter. I am a witness This is business and the cus-to-mer is throwin’ they dishes [and] askin’ for forgiveness. They-- show they ass and that’s built-in to what they can ask [for]. The killer class wants HUG from my Black ass? [No.] How ‘bout the truth. It’s the least that I could do. And So! Before today is through, You’ll be accountable, Boo Boo. [You’re welcome!] *Whispering* Now listen close ‘cause this’ll fuck you up, like lac-tose to the intolerant, and no I ain’t gon’ holler it. [CHORUS] I wish I could believe I wish that I could see the other side of all the lies, And nothing’s here but sea a sea between the people who need to touch and agree. The fingertips of nobodys Would open up this sea. [Verse 2] Did your pastor make it about all the times you masturbated? [Mine too!] So I was too afraid of myself to see what he’d created: a mirage that my savior was living inside my naval. [Ha!] Cause It's convenient-- Ain’t it-- believing God died for the sexually frustrated. Cause aye, if that death was abetted and aided By the very government rich folks created? That would mean [Oh dear!] That there are many more Christs still incarcerated. Still getting stories fabricated. Still food for these machines that just get rehabilitated. Upgraded and rebooted for nation set on lynching its creation, creating abominations, and then conflating its sins with greatness. [Yikes!] But [CHORUS] I wish I could believe I wish that I could see the other side of all the lies, And nothing’s here but sea a sea between the people who need to touch and agree. The fingertips of nobodys Are the power that we seek. [Verse 3] I love the company of Free Black Women, who in these streets, flexing And who you’d probably find vexing But with all sincerity, precision and Clarity, do not give a fuck and say it with dexterity. Our shouts, our love, our wild-ness— there is no one like us, so since it ain’t no hope you gotta peep our exodus.
4.
Baby, I’m a deux chevaux man in a one-horse town! I am D-fens on a righteous crusade as all that I love is falling down My whiteness is king and perfection You see domination I see predestination God’s gift to mankind Yeah I said mankind, I’m not some fragile Affirmative action snowflake I earned every opportunity given to me And I deserve what’s coming my way... Wait where’s everyone going? —————————————————— You think this is persecution? You’re not the sun that life spins around? For once in your existence miserable Ponder that you’re not the hero of the parable Jesus sought the one against the 99 To save the ones that you’ve abandoned Thanks to the question, “Who’s my companion?” You bet your ass he’ll leave you behind
5.
imagine losing it all kids house money wealth cursing the day you were born sitting in ashes you’d be faithful for the first time in your life after years of being right and on time confusing fortune for blessing too angry to cry only alive enough to complain but the whirlwind says otherwise as it takes and moves everything you thought was you everything you believed you could control yet here we are still alive and the whirlwind laughs as you descend descend descend descend descend screaming god damn it god damn it all the way down but God won’t damn a thing it’s all sacred and holy even though the fire burns and the ship has sank the water the air the earth keep you alive and hungry and thirsty breathless at the grace of it all as you repent in dust and ashes getting up early the next day to do it all over again. and you struggle to remember those you’ve lost and wonder do the wounds still bleed as you scratch the scar is it much more simpler to be angry resentful and bitter and you wonder is there rest for the living? are those who are dead to me in torment? do they suffer? do they burn? or do they sleep peacefully blissfully unaware that I’ve sent them to hell? maybe hell is where good people go when they would rather be right than in love.
6.
You used to love me 
I will never be 
You took all of me 
 What's they're left to be

 I used to love you
 You will never be
 I took all of you
 What's they're left to be You were my religion Fallin on my knees Praying to you never leave me I was your religion You pray to me I took your body I took your being I’m your God I’m your God I’m your God I wanna feel your heartbeat
7.
These hexperimentations have deep, deep roots Maybe there really is something in the water Drink from it enough And you’re changed within Afeared of ever shade and palette Every person a risk, every eye a threat Cursed to wander this soil When freedom simply beckons to give up your hate
8.
Vio-Lens 04:43
9.
Home is a bittersweet root Fresh cut grass Buzzsaw cicada ocean roar Dirt track races ebb and flow in waves Yet is this creek bed poisoned? Is this clay reddened with blood Of those used and discarded? Is all we grow ill-gotten food? All these years of growth and stagnation Is this progress and emancipation? If life is a zero sum game, then by god We better be winning, swimming in gold The green envelopes, flourishes, Let us not rest till this work finishes White supremacy-eating kudzu we shall be Overwhelming death cults with life, you & me
10.
More Guns 03:00
Brenda impregnated herself with a shotgun Double-barreled buckshot straight into the womb Twin babies born sporting arms of triggers and steel They blew their own heads off the first time each one sneezed The nurses and doctors all smiled, couldn’t have been more pleased If only there’d been more guns We might all still be alive More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains If only we’d all been weaponized Chuck tucked himself in with a heavy piece of metal Up under his pillow where he kept his fears and his doubts Til one night he shifted and his vision was swiftly split into two That bullet freed his mind from the prison of his skull And new crimson hue spread on the bed sheets and wall If only there’d been more guns We might all still be alive More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains If only we’d all been weaponized Caleb’s K5 class was raised from birth to duck and cover, run and gun, shooting whoever Came in their class, announced by that siren Then one day the principle nodded off and hit the button Their teacher walked in and was greeted by a metal swarm all of a sudden If only there’d been more guns We might all still be alive More bullets, more rounds, more bones, more brains If only we’d all been weaponized
11.
Blame the traumatized victim Crucify the bleeding infirmed Mocking the poor is the sport of kings Faux strength is free for these weaklings Centuries of self-made division Gnostic viewpoints in tradition Disembodied, disengaged One becomes two and the head becomes tyrant Cleave the brain from the body It’s doing no good Destroy the walls to your humanity Let your heart beat anew feel the value of another Burn the traces of your mind Allow your spirit to be free How many more of us must die? For ideas Ripped asunder by thinkers Long gone from this world Worshipping the order Leaves us lawless Seeking a life that is only Only flawless Contradiction’s hope lays waiting unseen

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"...this release sees the band throw in jazzy beats, scuzzy, noisy guitars, post punk basslines, disorientating patterns and poetry that draws links with religious fundamentalists and the violence of war and everyday life. A tough, abrasive listen that doesn’t throw its listeners a bone but those who get it will appreciate nothing else afterwards." - The Pensive Quill



QOHELETH is built from the last remaining scraps of our sanity. The resulting sounds and sights of our collective are rooted in upheaval: loud, obnoxious, and discomforting. Throughout our five year existence, we have focused on three central tenets: pushing the musicality of noise to its limits, never standing in one place for long, and continually asking questions.

Our newest album, Warmonger, explores the American love affair with violence. What happens when a country is: founded in violence, endowed with a mythos that both ignores and celebrates destruction, and continues to perpetuate it, over 200 years later? The American Dream is a violent one. What happens next?

Warmonger reveals a more communal aspect of QOHELETH, as we invited friends to lend their vocals and noise-making talents to the party. Artists E.B. Taylor, K, Juan Carlos Lopez, and Jon Michael help broaden the sonic palette of previous albums, offering their own perspectives on what violence hath wrought.

At the core, this record is one of lament, anger, and grief, tinged on the edges with hope. If there’s a path towards life and well-being for all, it has to start with a reckoning. This is ours.

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released September 24, 2021

QOHELETH is: Jeremy Hunt, Mike Strickler, and Caiden Withey

Produced by Mike Strickler and Jeremy Hunt
Mixed and mastered by Mike Strickler
Art by Caiden Withey

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