I've known Casey
Chaos my entire goddamned shit-ass life. I'm 39 years old right now, we met
somewhere around the age of 15. He is exactly
the same guy now as the day I met him. Every single day people doubt
him and every single day he proves them wrong. He is what you would call "driven."
So when our paths meet up again, this time after he's released 3 CD's under
the moniker AMEN, and I also find that he still has
no money, dealing with a bunch of retard band guys who want him to sign
a "please dont hurt me" contract
and idiot suit-fucks making their idiot suit-fuckhead decisions, I had
to figure out something. After all, I've been a fan of REAL
FUCKING MUSIC since God Save
The Queen was first played on american radio and have always Known My
Enemy-- its the bullshit multi-death corporation record industry assholes
who want
to suppress the only music I've ever identified with because they wanna
control my tastes. Fuck That.
And here's my friend, Casey Chaos, bleeding all over the fucking stage, STILL
SCREAMING (ref: Stahl) his message to Fight The System, Dont Give In, Know
Your Enemy, Beat The Bastards...more than TWENTY fucking years later-- its
really no surprise to me. He has been doing this every day of his life. I
watched it all. He hasnt stopped for one second since we were 15 years old.
Its all he
does. He will never stop doing what he does. He's a fucking madman. An insane,
creative, proficient eccentric artist. Not just in music. He paints, he writes,
he does all his own artwork-- because its spilling out of his head like a
water faucet on full blast and he cant fucking make it stop. Throw in a little
OCD,
a touch of ADD, and a dont-piss-me-off attitude and youve got a bonafide
Terminator with every single musical recording ever recorded in the history
of man sailing
thru his brain 24-7.
EVERYTHING is turned up to 11 with this guy. Everything. His room
is nothing but thousands of cd's in 5 ft tall stacks which fall over every
day and piss
him off. He smashes his walls and equipment when they dont obey him.
I swear he must own every CD ever released in the world, be it punk, reggae,
black
metal-- fuckin whatever. He's got it. And can tell you about every song
on all of them and what label it was released on. He's got music magazines
strewn throughout his shitty house, which
he's been renting for 10 shitty years, somehow. There's fuckin
sugar and caffeine everywhere, and a video tape of Flipside Video Fanzine
playing on some shitty
TV in the background.
He has been writing rebellious music since the day he stood in front row
of Henry Rollins on the original Black Flag Damaged Tour (1982). If you ever
get to see Casey performing his own music onstage and see him going completely
berserk, remember
one thing
in
advance:
It is not
a
show whatsoever,
it's
the life and music he has been living since that very day. He has been posessed
by the Demon of Rebellion.
NOW.
I wanna unleash the truth. I want everyone reading this to understand why
me & Casey
ended up doing this, and why you can too.
Thank God we wont ever need to hear the words "music industry" ever
again, cuz it is OVER. It's been over for a few years now- theyve
just been camoflaugeing it to bleed that last dollar bill. Theyre losing
their jobs left
and right, they cant pay their own employees-- let alone their very artists.
Its been a complete fucking lie for years.
I have a friend in the music biz. He can sign any band he wants to at any
time to a major label. He told me that he stresses out all week wondering
if his
next paycheck is ever gonna arrive. He already did his job and signed
some fame-hungry kids in their first band. Theyre super amped-- theyve got
a "major
label record deal", recorded in a real studio, and are waiting for
their big CD to be released. Funny thing is, it never will be. This guy
has to string
these kids along, telling them their record release date has been pushed
back again; not because it actually has, but because he has to lay low
so the president
of the company doesnt notice another new release losing
money. Because when it does, it's his ass and no more paycheck, no more
job.
They string these kids along who
think they have a dream just to get their paycheck.
AMEN has had 3 CD's released on 3 major labels. "We Have Come For Your
Parents" went "gold". Casey Chaos wrote
100% of every song and recorded every guitar, bass and vocal track on
all 3 CD's. Everything
except for the drums. Currently, he
has nothing. As a matter of fact, the labels tell him that he
owes them money! Of course they do. Theyve been doing it
that way for years-- managers and labels stealing art away from
their own artists, marking up
their "costs" and "fees";
padding their "budgets."-- so those "recouperable fees" never
actually get recouped. Until you sue your own record label; but then
they'll stop promoting you. Take a look around at the bands you see on
TV; think
about your favorite artist. I guarantee you they are wondering where
the fuck their
money is. Fools.
The bands
you are force fed on television and radio are flavor-of-the-month
acts created to generate some quick money for a dying industry.
Music
will now be free,
although now to hear the latest song you wont need to turn on a radio.
You'll be joining an artist's direct website,
where you'll
get to hear every song, not only when its finished, but as its being
worked on. You'll log on to davidbowie.net or tompetty.com and you'll
read "Hi- I
recorded a new song today- and here it is." You will
REALLY get to follow your favorite band or artist's career, because
you will have
a direct link to them. Plus you get to feel good knowing
that anything you buy supports that artist directly, no more middleman.
And THEY get to know YOU--
directly. Record
labels are no longer needed. They have nothing
to offer but a fake wad of cash. Good Bye Suit-fuck and Good Riddance.
Against
all odds, Casey Chaos has released three AMEN cd's on three different "major
labels", recorded songs with his hero Henry Rollins,
Queens Of The Stoneage, Daron Molakian
(SOAD),
Emperor, Turbonegro, Christian
Death, produced UK favorites 80's Matchbox B-Line Disaster & The Kinison,
reunited a legendary Norweigian death metal supergroup (SCUM), compiled
and sold three
seperate
DIY
releases
of previous recordings, and was personally selected to present
Iggy Pop with a Lifetime Achievement Award on BBC. His sucess will never
be determined by record sales, but by the importance and quality of his
work.
So if you think three Amen cd's is all you' get outta this human
time bomb Casey Chaos, and if you think his SCUM project was just nominated
for the European Alarm Awards on a fluke--
think again. He co-wrote the very song that SOAD just received a Grammy
for ("BYOB"). He is in a studio somewhere recording new Amen material right
now as you read this. Casey Chaos will be Casey Chaos up until the day he
dies. He
will continue to create his music and astonish the onlookers
as he says "on his own terms", and
he's gonna give it all away for free
to
the people
that join his website-- like a real artist would do. Goodbye Suit-Fucks.
Hello Angry Brigade.