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If you want to hear/rate ABNW's music please go here:
To contact ABNW, please email:
Also,
Please visit these sites, managed by/created by/worked on by ABNW members [plus Mark]:
- Mike
- Mark
Russ
- Joel
Stevel
To chat with any ABNW members [plus Mark] online, refer to these:
Thanks.
-Mike
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Our first show...
Maybe ABNW should be done?
-Mike
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What? ABNW has a [possible] show coming up? NO WAY!!
It is true. And amazing. September 3, ABNW will be playing in Jenison along with Bleeding Souls.
As for a CD release... not so sure... We will hopefully be recording this winter and have a CD out soon after... We will most likely be selling these CDs online and through word of mouth [boy that is a great phrase].
If you wish to reserve a CD for yourself, please e-mail me [Mike] at:
MikeRapin@gmail.com
OR
MikeRapin@yahoo.com
PLEASE TITLE THE E-MAIL:
ABNW CD Reservation
OH! And Ang, I think you deserve a CD for free because you are are our ..1 fan and our merch groupie.
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| Sweet. Mike and steve and mark came over to my house for a practice, and we finished up a lot of Fuck California. It's fucking sweet. The guitar and bass gel very well together, and it's just catchy enough to mock Cali punk in all its glory.
I also schooled Mike and those other bastards in CBFD. Makes up for all the times I got bent over and cornholed in Halo.
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Ladies and gentlemen, the first of
many....
The
A Brave New World Sagas: Vol. 1:
The
Origins
By Mike Rapin
Awaken children of mine, for you are the
instrument for my playing…
I call upon thee with the force of the almighty Alpha Plus god,
Dementias. Awaken!
Rising from the sea crypt, Joel,
the first of two guitar-wielding gods of music, awakens from his slumber with
the need to create. His roar beckons to the other gods: Stevel,
the mighty drummer of death, buried within the rocky mountains of Asia,
Mike, the second of two guitar-wielding
gods, hidden among the deserts of Australia, and Russ,
the final brethren, the deeper guitar-god of bass, hidden within the grassy
hills of Ireland.
The force together called A Brave New
World, fueled on
anger, hate,
and love, rise now for the gods are calling them to rise up. Evil has
begun its
decent on Earth and only this force, or band, of men can destroy it.
Flying
across the world to meet, the men use all of what they have
to intensify their flight to their hideout. On arrival, they speak.
“Come brothers, for we cannot drop the soap!” Joel’s
voice called across to the others.
“Aye!” the three called back.
“We must wear our banner and our scars!” Mike
exclaimed.
“Aye!”
“And only we can
kiss the girls and make them one!” Stevel’s voice was clear
amongst the group.
“Aye!”
“And only we can allow dusk to fall,” Russ
shouted toward the three.
“Aye!”
And so, A Brave New World set off onto the world to search and
destroy evil. Flying across the world to pursue their only enemy… evil (and
pop-punk).
Good luck to you A Brave New World. Only you can stop
what is evil. Farewell.
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