Giving Chase

Giving Chase

BandMetalPunk

In a world overwhelmed with materialism and pomposity, Giving Chase has launched a counterattack. Melodic, yet very hard punk rock steeped in emotion, angst, and disenchantment is their chosen weapon.

Biography

Keith Morris, legendary front man for Black Flag and The Circle Jerks, once said, “If you’re starting a band and think that you’re going to make a lot of money, you’re fooling yourself. Maybe the machinery kicks in behind you and it turns into the golden brick road, but for most of us, we just had to go out and bust our asses.” Like many bands before them, Giving Chase has always been a band busting their ass. Four nights a week of rehearsal, twelve hour drives to shows, recording demo tracks until 2am followed by early mornings grinding away at a mind-numbing 9-5—whatever it takes. Few bands would still be together—few people would still be so determined—if they’d gone through much of what this band has endured, but not Giving Chase. For these five guys, giving up has never been an option.

Take progressive and challenging arrangements, smash them to bits under the mallet of a sledgehammer, glue them back together, add catchy vocal harmonies, soak in alcohol, and set ablaze—this is the sound of Giving Chase. Raging loud, smart and provocative; pissed off and fueled by angst and confusion, but striving toward a real sense of hope and optimism about the future. Harnessing these dark elements to empower a positive message, and getting that message to the ears of anyone who will listen is their mission.

Since the band’s inception, founding members Mike Woliansky and Ryan Wilcox have worked together to create music and lyrics that make a statement. Grab the listener’s attention, make a real intellectual and emotional connection, and never let go. While the two weathered a rotating cast of fair-weather drummers and bassists over the first few years, they still managed to release a solid, if unrefined EP and tour extensively as a young band just learning the ropes.

July 2003 saw the addition of Brian Dougherty to the band’s lineup and the release of Nothing Ever Changes on Jump Start Records (A Wilhelm Scream, Belvedere). Recorded at Clay Creek Studios with Nick Rotundo (Boy Sets Fire, None More Black, Paint It Black), Nothing Ever Changes is progressive and intense, capturing the raw energy of the band’s live performance. Lyrically, the album touches on issues across the spectrum, but an underlying theme connects all seven tracks—the realization that nothing will ever change, in your own life or in the world around you, unless you do something to change it. With a solid record under their belt, the band set out on tour.

With a move to Philadelphia in July of 2004, and the addition of long time friends of the band, Carlin Brown on drums and Jeremy Myers on bass, the band’s lineup finally solidified. Brown and Myers’ addition and the much needed move helped to breathe new life into the band and their music. Collectively, the genre-defying five-piece now has over 70 years experience playing and performing music as a part of the punk and hardcore community.

While creating music and touring are their primary focus, Giving Chase has always been eager to step-up and give back to their scene: putting out and contributing to zines, putting on shows, operating DIY venues, running record labels, booking tours, and screen printing t-shirts and posters are just some of the ways they’ve helped to support a community that’s given so much to them. Being an underground band has always meant being a part of something bigger and greater than yourself—a scene that has the potential to open minds and change lives.

This year alone the band has already recorded material for a yet unreleased full-length record, released a seven-inch and DVD, and is on pace to perform over 150 shows across North America. Their devotion to their music and their scene has earned them a far-flung, loyal following. Unlike so many young bands today, they choose their music and a strong conviction of ideals over posturing, image and fashion. It is this sincerity that is quickly earning them a voice in underground music.

Lyrics

Autogeddon

Written By: Michael Woliansky


brake lights, in my eyes tonight
like sunrises, fiery pools of life
twelve hours, driving past midnight
with no headlights
see exhaust trails of hindsight
milemarker upon milemarker
and you just pressed down harder and harder...
in demons and angels arms, we writhe

don't cringe in the face of this danger
just lose yourself on this moment's edge
just bite the guardrails with your teeth
autogeddon

take this life into your-
crash this, crash this car
take this life into your hands
crash this, crash this car
take this life into your hands
polluted, profaned
two lefts won't make this turn out right
you're running out of time
salvation across the double line
grind the pedal down

let this technology
be your reformatory
a pine box prosthesis
the dashboard jesus tattooed to your chest
and heartbeats like horse hooves
like pistons in engines
this flowing metal vein
but when there's no one around
to see your walls come crumbling down
would you make a sound?
would you tear them down?
from the inside out, we writhe

don't cringe in the face of this danger
just lose yourself on this moment's edge
just bite the guardrails with your teeth
autogeddon

take this life into your-
crash this, crash this car
take this life into your hands
crash this, crash this car
take this life into your hands
polluted, profaned
two lefts won't make this turn out right
you're running out of time
salvation across the double line
grind the pedal down

gasoline for blood
gasoline for blood
nothing ever changes, so force your hand
nothing ever changes, so force your hand
nothing ever changes, so force your hand
nothing ever changes, so force your hand

Simple Self

Written By: Michael Woliansky

and I’m wishing that I could be that simple self that everybody wishes I could be
necktie myself to a cross-beam in some dark, back basement room

you said we could just throw away our lives
so to you these are just the ravings of a madman
swinging from the rusted bars of some adult-sized jungle gym

and I’m just a little kid stuck in a painting that’s way bigger than him
just a dream growing up dead, packing my bags for the very end

you said we could just throw away our lives
so to you these are just the ravings of a madman
swinging from the rusted bars of some adult-sized jungle gym

when I gave you everything, all I could do
was climb you just like a tree and build my nest between your arms
then suddenly without regret, I spread my wings
and in the night I flew away

You Can't Rape the Willing

Written By: Michael Woliansky

Trigger fingers put to bed
All deep ends, filled with cement

wake up, can’t you feel the emptiness
as their shadows trace your face?
do I walk alone in this twisted tragedy—
this faded, hackneyed scene?
you don’t know what its like
to stumble blindly with this knife
to have it firmly gripped, firmly gripped and aimed true
at the blackened heart of you

we all send a message with everything we do
you can’t rape the willing
you can’t mind-fuck the brain dead
so now we’re all the house slaves to a master we support
you can’t rape the willing
you can’t mind-fuck the brain dead, dead
all the money in our pockets in their hands

wrong turns don’t mean that we can’t turn back now
so if you feel mistreated and defeated—
stand up, stand up
for what you believe in
and together we can kill off all, kill off all the bad parts
and shock to life their flaccid brains

we all send a message with everything we do
you can’t rape the willing
you can’t mind-fuck the brain dead
so now we’re all the house slaves to a master we support
you can’t rape the willing
you can’t mind-fuck the brain dead, dead
all the money in our pockets in their
all the money in our pockets in their hands
in their hands
in their hands
stand up, fight back (in their hands)
all this power hides in you

we are not special, we are not amazing
luck does not exist, and things will not just happen to us
we must fight, we must grab people by the throat and force them to hear us
we must open minds by force
this place, this air is so dead
nothing good is coming from this
we are/will become fossils—shadows of our former selves
we must breathe new breaths
breathe, breathe, breathe
we must give life
we must be life

put them to bed
put them to bed

trigger fingers put to bed
all deep ends, filled with cement
reach instead of fall
get out, and save us all

Discography

"While Nero Played" 7-inch Jump Start Records 2006
"Nothing Ever Changes" EP Jump Start Records 2003

Set List

The (Our) Grand Escape
Noise Without Signal
Clear the Channels
Confessional
Simple Self
While Nero Played
You Can't Rape the Willing