The United

The United

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To The United, their hardcore sound best evoke the bygone outlaw days of the speakeasies and bootleg whiskey that they loved so much. They’ve managed to combine the urgency of hardcore with the ragtime and jazz they were founded on.

Biography

For many it was known as The Great War, The First World War, or The War to End All Wars. Forty million died. Whole nations were gutted, torn asunder and rebuilt from scratch.

For the members of The United – Sebastian, Black Thumb Jack, Ericksen, Bateman, and Marshall – it was the singular event that defined them and brought them together. They were “Air Aces,” Knights of the Sky who piloted their battered British Sopwith Camel fighter planes – each one emblazoned with the five star insignia that would become their trademark – into dogfight after bloody dogfight over the scorched European soil. There are no reliable records out there to tell us how many German Fokkers these boys took down, but even celebrated Ace Eddie Rickenbacker was rumored to have said of them “(they are) … five of the hardest shooting sonsaguns up there. I’m glad I’ve got them on my side.”

Americans all, The United entered the war by volunteering for the badly outgunned British Royal Air Corps. By the time the United States entered the conflict in 1917, the fighting five were renowned throughout Europe for their aerial prowess, their unflinching courage in the face of unspeakable danger, their blistering firepower … and, of course, for the carousing, hard-drinking lives they lead when on the ground. Musicians as well as Air Aces, they formed a five-piece ragtime jazz band that rocked PAs on Air Corps bases throughout the south of France. Times were hard, but they made the best of what they had. Other men wanted to be them, as the saying goes, and the ladies wanted to be with them.

The end of the war saw the dissolution The United. Each man went his separate way. A few of them worked farms throughout the Midwest, flying crop dusters during the day and playing dirty jazz in smoke-filled bars through the night. Others headed East and joined the burgeoning Harlem Renaissance. They drank hard, lived hard and loved hard, but none of them forgot the bond they had shared and each of them yearned to once again come together, make music, and take to the skies.

Their opportunity came with Prohibition. Bathtub whiskey and bootlegging became the norm, and demand was high for skilled and stealthy pilots to run rum from the Caribbean back to the States. The five men found themselves back together again in 1920, making midnight booze runs from Cuba to Miami, from the Bahamas to the Carolinas. Blood was in the streets but business was booming in the blind pigs and speakeasies around the country and cheap whiskey ran from wooden kegs like water.

The work was dangerous but rewarding, both in money and in thrills, and The United decided to pool their resources together to open their own speakeasy in New Orleans in the mid-1920s. The place was renowned for the quality of the liquor, the looseness of the women … and of course, for the music. The United took to the stage night after night, knocking back tumblers of their own home-distilled liquor as they banged out rowdy bluegrass and ragtime and worked their crowd into a Charleston fever.

The coming of the Great Depression in 1929 hit the country hard, but business was still good for the boys of The United. To keep up with demand they found themselves making more and more dangerous midnight runs throughout the Caribbean.

Then, one night while flying across the Bermuda Triangle from Nassau Island with their good friend and “business partner” John O’Malley, The United vanished without a trace.

That should have been the end of the story, and was for more than 70 years. Their New Orleans speakeasy was boarded up, then demolished and paved over to make room for a Walgreens parking lot. Their names and accomplishments … and, of course, their music … were lost to the mists of time.

But a new chapter began when their plane suddenly emerged over the skies of Albuquerque, New Mexico, in the early 2000s. No one – perhaps not even the bootleggers themselves – knows exactly how they got there. But there are rumors. Some say the portal to Hell outside of Lordsburg opened up and coughed them out into the sky. Others say they flew through a micro black hole between Nassau and Miami and subverted the space-time continuum. Others, of course, blame it on the aliens. Whatever the case, The United were back and ready to raise hell.

Upon landing in the desert outside Albuquerque and making their way into the dusty city, The United were pleased to learn that Prohibition had been lifted, even if it did mean the end of their livelihood. After a few failed attempts to make it back to where (and when)_ they came from, they decided to devote their lives to what they love best: flying, drinking, and making music. But they realized that music had changed drastically over the years. They would need to update their sound to remain relevant. So they threw themselves into Albuquerque’s underground punk scene and discovered the missing piece of the equation: hardcore.

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Lyrics

Counterclockwise

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

I don't think that you really know
Prohibition's act of war
Fighter's strength answering the call
Counterclockwise gangster men

STREET WAR, MEN FIGHT FOR THEIR CAUSE

Stand up to the giant, the courage of the few
STAND UP TO THE GIANT, THE COURAGE OF THE FEW
With each day they're risking all their family and their lives
Thanks to all the fallen men who counterclockwised

Gin and whiskey course the veins of Shaun O'Malley's fleet
Tommy gun goes ratt-tat-tat it echoes in the street
Shooters killing G-men and they think they have right
to have a drink and piece, so they smuggle in the night

STREET WAR, MEN FIGHT FOR THEIR CAUSE

stand up to the giant, the courage of the few
STAND UP TO THE GIANT, THE COURAGE OF THE FEW
with each day their risking the family and their lives
thanks to all the fallen men who counterclockwised

Whoa oa oa oh
Whoa oa oa oh

Speak easy the time is to organize
Speak easy the moonshine will arrive
Speak easy all the flappers going wild
Speak easy you soldiers will not fall

Speak easy the time is to organize
Speak easy the moonshine will arrive
Speak easy all the flappers going wild
Speak easy you soldiers will not fall

Wormwood

Written By: Ericksen

come, the wines go to the beaches,
And the waves by the millions!
See the wild bitter
Rolling form the top of the mountains
Let us wise pilgrims reach
The absinthe with green pillars

mind is absent, eyes that stare in
To the past and, find the fear
Ghost and fairies, creeping closer
mind is gripped with, what's not there

DRENCHING THE SUGAR IN WATER CONSUMING THE OPAQUE LIQUID

WORM--WOOD
Where does the green fairy dwell?

Burn BURN, Sugar to burn, It Burns BURNS, Writers and the poets
Burn BURN, worlds destroyed, It Burns BURNS, Bohemian past time
Burn BURN, Brothels Cafe's, It Burns BURNS, Another artist passes
Burn BURN, the wasted lives, It Burns BURNS, Muse that devours all

Empty Glasses open mind
broken hearts and shattered lives
All the hopes and all the dreams
In this drink so hard is seams

EMERALD! EMERALD! Bitter liquid Jewel, Fever one the brain, you've made many fools
EMERALD! EMERALD! War invented you, hated or so loved, war destroyed you too.
EMERALD! EMERALD! Bitter liquid Jewel, hated or so loved, you've made many fools
EMERALD! EMERALD! War invented you, Fever one the brain, war destroyed you too.

Burn BURN, Sugar to burn, It Burns BURNS, Writers and the poets
Burn BURN, worlds destroyed, It Burns BURNS, Bohemian past time
Burn BURN, Brothels Cafe's, It Burns BURNS, Another artist passes
Burn BURN, the wasted lives, It Burns BURNS, Muse that devours all

WORM--WOODX3
Where does the green fairy dwell?

World Falling
Body Empty
Late night knife fights absinthe benders
the underworld burns to cinders
fallen heroes vacant table
try to grasp it I'm not able
This green fairy
Thrills me

Burn BURN, Sugar to burn, It Burns BURNS, Writers and the poets
Burn BURN, worlds destroyed, It Burns BURNS, Bohemian past time
Burn BURN, Brothels Cafe's, It Burns BURNS, Another artist passes
Burn BURN, the wasted lives, It Burns BURNS, Muse that devours all

Duke City Burning

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

I wont forget, for as long as I live
the buildings all falling the streets ran with blood
and to think i once feared, the ultimate price
I now gladly would fight, but a word of advise
We gave up their rights, but hoped to be free
instead we got bombs tortured sons amputee
now stand side by side, once enemy or friend
united by cause we defend

pick up the fallen soldier
know you could still save his life

whoa oh oh, to the war front
whoa oh oh, hold the line or the city will fall
midnight bombs are falling, mortar shells are calling
whoa oh oh oh, whoa oh oh oh

casualties of war an unmarked grave
better to die free, then to live a slave

one year before, this battle begun
life was much different, I'm telling you son
the sirens would sound, even late into the night
but not to alarm us that we had to fight
but from murder and hate, the thief's, scams and rape
afraid of each other a violent fate
now a city of flames, we live in disgust
a city of playgrounds of rust

we know why we're all joining in this fight
for one day we may sleep peacefully at night ..and we live
without fear that any minute we could die
constant sound of war bombs falling from the sky

i wish that our fate, is not which will be
i lay on the battlefield wounded and see
no one alive, ill die in this hell
amongst all the corpses a word of farewell
enemy troops, walk over to me
they lay down their arms cant believe what they see
the all start to cheer, and then I know why
they're watching the last soldier die.

Robots Vs. Dragons

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

Hold Fast - Battlefield
Front Attack - God of war
Cratered soil drenched in oil blood and iron death

The brave – Join the fight
Rapid Fire – Endless Flame
Gruesome war to end all wars, the hatred bonds the curse

So everybody lets go - to do what you know
Its time to let go - bust me up no pity
Get your ass on the floor
running through the city gonna break it all down

Choking Breath – battle roar
Burning Sweat – Smoke and Flame
Ten Fast rounds right thru the eyes then taken by surprise

We fight – to live
Broken bones – Destroy
Join the ranks a legion primed of 50,000 strong

You're just knocked down its nothing
You're just bleeding its nothing
You'll get back up that's something
That's just the game its nothing

Every time you get up you're knocked back down
Every time you look you're turned around
No matter the pain no matter the sound
Don't call it quits you're right back in

In step - solid strength
Precise fire – Iron side
An instrument of death we plague unwilling to adapt

Exploit – Fatal Flaw
Some in – Adapt or die
All your eyes now settle on me lets take it all down

The Other Side

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

DEMAND THE TRUTH
All the curses are upon me now
FIGHTING BACK
Feeling empty in the world and how
YOU STAND YOUR GROUND
The other side you sit all by yourself
year by year your falling closer

GET BACK UP
All the things I should have never done
ALWAYS SO TEMPTED TO REACH BACK REGRET MY LIFE
Now the line it has been drawn
The other side I stand alone

Whoa o oh, the other side I stand alone
Whoa o oh, the other side you stand alone

SO EASILY HOW WE FALL
SO EASILY HOW WE FALL

Make sure you read the fine print, the other side you will stand one day
On and on the path gets harder, Year by year you'll find a way

Looking back you'll see the future, creeping towards you and you'll say
How the hell did I get up here, the other side you'll stand one day

Whoa o oh
The other side I stand alone
Whoa o oh
The other side you stand alone

Lies passed for life
Now realize your believing
All things you thought were deceiving
AND CROSS THE LINE

NOW THE CLOCK IS
BLARING WAKES YOU
UP AND NOW YOU
REALIZE

REALIZE THAT
NOW YOU MUST WAKE
UP AND START TO
LIVE YOUR LIFE

Whoa o oh, the other side I stand alone
Whoa o oh, the other side you stand alone

The Angels Share

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

Once Every Spring
With Everyone
We drank and sang
Till it was gone

My life Now Late
Winter Is Here
The last drink I take
The Angels Share

Now passed on I wait for my brothers
Looking down I see, waiting
Now passed on I wait for my brothers
I wait for everyone

Now every fall
When we arrive
You'll know I was here
The angels share

Roaring Vickers Over Verdun

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

In my sights I fire, my Vickers sending him down to his grave
And my boys we fly or die, undefeated masters of the sky
The Great War has claimed millions of souls in her name
By land, air and sea, the battle of Verdun was a bloody victory

Machine gun nest kill them all
Now with Vickers roaring in the sky
Sending bullets through the hearts of men
Fixed wing, five stars, nowhere to hide

Take off fare well
Death from me or mortar shell

The sun it warming my back, burning enemy eyes we attack
They pray for their children, my Vickers will fire, your future erased
War bird knights of the air, few would ever see the end
For months we fought through the scourge, fighting the flying circus a curse

Machine gun nest kill them all
Now with Vickers roaring in the sky
Sending bullets through the hearts of men
Fixed wing, five stars, nowhere to hide

Take off - fare well
Death from me or mortar shell

Bloody fight, a nightmare cold sweat, shell-shocked confused shaking with fear
The scent of blood, gunpowder oil, thick as the war, rages below

If I fall under enemy fire, a burning hell my cockpit will be
Slamming violently into the ground, by charred body is what's left of me
A fate none embrace so with pride, a lone pistol we hold by our side
One bullet it sits all alone, to show mercy in this Great War

Machine gun nest kill them all
Now with Vickers roaring in the sky
Sending bullets through the hearts of men
Fixed wing, five stars, nowhere to hide

The White Rabbit

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

A villains heart is cold pitch black
colonial surprise attack
a nation without fear or warn
fife and drummer Yankee's born

beware the eastern woods disease, seeks just honest souls with expertise
once marked, you sleep a peaceful night, unaware of the creature

Wake up cold
new wound bleeds
specter ghost
my flesh it feeds

Why must
I suffer
When sleeping
I feel the pain, I

Wake up, I'm screaming, My hands are all bleeding
night after night, I'm surprised I'm still breathing

A nightmare, A nightmare, A nightmare, i feel it
The clawing, the bite on my skin becomes violent

Bleeding I'm wounded, Bleeding I crawl
Begging for mercy I fall - midnight
torture the white rabbit consumes my flesh, I've become
only wishing for my instant death

A whisper wakes me from my sleep
a voice thats scattered, cold and deep
reminds me of a childhood verse
legend of white rabbits curse

The rabbit warns those who ignore
Naming victims you explore

The daemon inside of me calls, for the revenge, for the revenge
The daemon inside of you sleeps, waiting for me, waiting for me

They fall or I fall, They bleed or I bleed
Their wound or my wound, Their death or I die - Purify

Torture is fearsome, I choose the victim
Feel no remorse Im glad to abandon my - Curse

Soon I discover, I wish for another - To keep from returning, I cursed my own brother

Strength & Honor

Written By: Black Thumb Jack & Sebastian

Bar room fight legend - Brutal fist of Monaghan
Iron Bill - Man of victory a local hero
Thick strong carved of wood - Six feet nine he stood
Sick his only son, he's helpless to save

Risks his life is no concern, Promises he would return
America he sails away, A father to his son
Sail Atlantic cold winters storm
Fighter sets sail for dying son

New York new land - last scar his hands
Irish blood - Title bout a potent pair of brute force
One round in the ring - Beware brawler swing
Yankee champ - killing every foe he ever faced

Honor was the choice he made, Blood and sweat he wipes away
Shocked to see Bill's not afraid, It may be his last call
Strength and honor two heros they call
Room is silent as Iron Bill falls

Irish-crowd-chants loudly, Iron Bill his battle call

Seasons traveled far from home
Leave with winters cold all alone
Now, I must fight, may live or die, for his life
Faith, that my strength, forever leads, to my home

Stand back up he's not giving in
He sees them all he still has to win
Punch after punch he takes in the face
He still stands strong he still keeps the pace
And through the blood he stills sees his son
His rage and drive have now become one
With all of his pride and all of his clout
He's pushing off and taking him out

All I believe in all I'm perceiving, All down to this and I'll defend
May seem like nothing to me it is all, Ill keep through the fight down to the win

These two bodies laying waste - Bloody fists lay by their side
the bell rings and they realize - Can't believe their eyes
A fierce victory ends in a draw
Lost brothers unite in headline fight

Sip From The Still

Written By: Black Thumb Jack

WHISKEY BOTTLES BROKEN IN THE STREETS

160 barrel proof my whiskey won't deny
And it doesn't really matter if its wheat corn or rye
But I hope you brought a buddy so that he can break your fall
If you leave to my moonshine it is never the last call

I SIP, FROM THE STILL
The distillers let me hear you loud
I SIP, FROM THE STILL
The distillers you've got a sing it proud

Take it too the back room thru the bathroom and you find
Women, drink, and song, the only truth of all mankind
English house, German barn An Irish whiskey still
From the blood my life is this the meaning of my will

I SIP, FROM THE STILL
The distillers let me hear you loud
I SIP, FROM THE STILL
The distillers you've got a sing it proud

Hey!

Fresh spring water bourbons sweet
Wheat that grows beneath my feet
Lay it all to rest inside
Usquebaugh barrels died

Fifty generations or the first to till the ground
Distilling your own liquor is a pleasure we have found
And one day I'll tell you boys, and will it be a fight
You will be sipping united whiskey every single night

I SIP, FROM THE STILL
The distillers let me hear you loud
I SIP, FROM THE STILL
The distillers you've got a sing it proud

Discography

Demo EP (September 2007)

Blood & Iron (July 2008)

Set List

Hold Fast
Counterclockwise
Wormwood
Duke City Burning
Robots vs Dragons
Face Of Demise
The Other Side
The Angels Share
Roaring Vickers Over Verdun
The White Rabbit
Both Feet Over Line
Sip Form The Still
Strength And Honor