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City: Portland
State: Oregon
Country: US
Signup Date: 6/1/2005

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Friday, July 24, 2009 
presale for the split 10" available at www.dysphoriadistro.com
Tuesday, March 03, 2009 
Nux Vomica
Written By: Words and Photo by Ryan J. Prado Sr.
It isn't every day you come across a band whose dedication necessitates allotting two four-hour rehearsal blocks in the middle of the week. But then again, it isn't every day you come across a band like Portland, Oregon's Nux Vomica. Emerging from the supportive but small crust-punk/metal scene in Baltimore in 2003, the band found ways to mortgage out their time for what has become an increasingly more varied musical endeavor than what you can or cannot call your typical crust-punk fare.

After relocating to the West Coast in 2005, Nux Vomica—vocalist Just Dave, guitarist Chris, guitarist Tim, drummer Zach and their newest member Danny on bass—began to incorporate the artistic meanderings of some of their side and former bands to form a kind of ambient-metal tapestry; by all accounts a far cry from the material produced during the inception of the band, when writing songs meant pumping out short, angry punk rock rather than following the muses of progressive metal.

"Before I was in the band," said Zach, "Nux Vomica had a long history of being 'jumbled' by having a lot of sporadic parts. There's been more of an effort to try and make transitions more smooth, and that really extends whole songs."

"We never try to write long songs," explained Chris. "We just start writing them and then realize, 'wow.'"

The band's acceptance of a smorgasbord of different genres is described as the byproduct of its members being involved in so many far-reaching side projects. Between the five members, an eye-popping eight separate bands, if not more (some with multiple members of Nux Vomica, including 57 Octaves Below, Down River, Cancer, Machine Gun Congress and Deadpan Pariah all producing spectrum-crossing soundscapes), also exist. That's not including Tim's purported four solo projects.

Still, with the spider-like ventures, regardless of genre, the band acknowledges their association with the tight-knit embrace of the crust scene.

"Nux Vomica has a lot of different styles and influences because the scene was a lot smaller in Baltimore," said Zach. "You hung out with all kinds of people, and everybody appreciated other people's opinions on different types of music and started different types of bands."

In terms of the wildly differentiating styles many bands in the scene, it's tough to understand what exactly places a group like Nux Vomica into such a pseudo-niche as the crust-punk/metal community. But the band waves it off as mainly an implication derived from the musical support system they were brought up in.

"It has more to do with coming up in that culture than anything," said Chris. "I feel like no matter what kind of music I was playing I would probably play it for the punks, but I'd play it for anybody else also. I think part of the reason that us and the Makai are drawn to each other is because we're both bands that don't drive right in between the lines. It seems like we're doing our own thing. We're definitely associated with the crust-punk/metal scene, but we're not bound by it. I definitely appreciate that about them."

"Those guys are more punk than most people that sing about punk," added Just Dave, referring to Chico's behemoths of what we will heretofore dub “myth-core.” "They're really active in their small community. Everybody knows them and they do so much. They're not big dumb metal heads; they're all really smart, really cool and really DIY...and they write fantasy lyrics. That's awesome."
With a few US tours under their collective belts, including an excursion to the South (with Wake Up On Fire—Chris, Just Dave, and Tim's other band, now dissolved, whom all toured as one big happy family. "Two members got mugged at gunpoint while they were dumpstering..."), the band will be embarking on a West Coast tour that will bring them through Monstro’s Pizza, to share a bill with The Makai.

Nux Vomica's recording production has yielded various 7-inches on a few different labels, most notably Aborted Society, a DIY label based in Seattle, that will be releasing their ambitious double LP/CD this year. The band also plans to release a split 10-inch record with The Makai, and has a 7-inch scheduled for release from Zach's label, Defector Records, sometime this year as well.

The collective's anticipated double LP is not just rumored, but confirmed by the band to consist of seven songs clocking in at a whopping 60-plus minutes—a lengthy endeavor indeed. It's easy to imagine the impending dominance of their new album. The band's sound pulses with the chops of early '80s Bay Area thrash, filtered next by the scope of an acute punk rock lens, then ripped at the seams by a sea of wailing, writhing metal and vocal tones that if you pay close enough attention to will make you more than slightly pissed off to be alive. But don't be put-off by the focus on societal ills; the crises of humanity is Just Dave's lyrical modus operandi ("It's almost hard for me to try to write about other stuff. It's just the way my brain operates," he explained), and of all the members of Nux Vomica; his position within the band's morphed style has likely been the most augmented.

"I used to have notebooks full of stuff that I would sit and write in some coffee shop, and then at practice, I'd look through the book and just start [singing] something," related Just Dave. "Now I'm coming up with stuff while they're playing, building the lyrics while the song is being built. And I have plenty of time to do that because we're working on 20-minute songs."

So maybe the insistence on four-hour practices isn't so hair-brained after all. But, goddamn it...seriously? Four-hour practices? Inquiring slacker metal bands need to know.

"On a good day," admitted Zach.

"If there's a certain part that you wanna practice and play it over and over, that part might be five minutes long," explained Chris. "You might play that three or four times and there goes 20 minutes."

"We'll spend 15 minutes talking about a part that is literally 12 seconds," added Just Dave.

And that's just that.
Thursday, December 25, 2008 
yeah so we might finally put out a 7" we recorded in 2006, best songs ever, and if we run into the most extreme luck we might put out another record this summer, a double LP, which we recorded in like 2007? yeah we don't usually put out records until they're fucking like two years old.  fuck that shit. fucking fuck fuck fuck shit anyways we think they're good records .  well maybe i don't wanna lie but you should probably buy them so we can get gas money. no really they're pretty good records. no really you should buy our records it makes us feel like we're doing something with our lives.  plus we think they're good songs. am i digging myself into a hole? check out this quote: "because getting easier is drunk, and more funner" -garrett
Wednesday, November 19, 2008 

Thanks to all of our frien..ds who've been consistently showing their faces and support this past year 2008 was an agonizing and stressful year for Nux Vomica. We've been through three bass players this year alone.  The year started off killer, we played some rad shows in Portland, Medford and Eugene, and somehow wrote a new song that clocked in at almost 30 minutes!

In April.. Ben told us he no longer wishe..d to play in Nux Vomica, due to his other priorities. No hard feelings. Since Just Dave broke his ribs at our show in Eugene, me, Chris and Tim set ourselves to taking a short break while we worked on some new material. It was quite relax.ng, but short lived because around June we had to start trying out new bass players to make it to the Portland Punk Fest "Summerfector" at the end of August. By July we had norrowed it down to two dudes, Danny and Mark. After a lot of deliberation and some in-fighting, we went with Danny. However, Mark knew enough songs to play a set, and Danny did not. So Mark agreed to practice for a month and play the fest with us. We'll always be in debt to him for that.

After.. the fest (which went great, we had a blast), we booked a new show in early November with our friends SAMOTHRACE from Lawrence, KA. The next two months were full of cramming in the 30-minute song (dubbed "the monster") to Danny, re-writing it, heavy in-fighting, and last-minute practices. The show went off well, we were really nervous and stressed out to the point of vomiting, but it went off fucking killer. Now three guys are on vacation in Baltimore till January. We still plan on playing with INEPSY in Februaary but after that the future is still on hold. We need time to relax and re-estab.ish our friendships with each other.

In the meantime, we have a new 7" comin..g out in January on Defector Records, and in the distant future we also have a split 10" with THE MAKAI and a double LP. Thanks everybody for showing us your support, it means more to us than you think...See you in 2009! Up the punks! -Zack

Monday, March 19, 2007 

Current mood:Black

THE INVASION

Crushing everything in sight, the invaders begin their bloody onslaught
They scratch and scrape and cut and pick at the ground, the trees, the rocks, the streams, and every living thing
Poking holes in the dirt, drilling and extracting, sending microscopic dragons up to burn holes in the sky
Brutish machines, all hard lines and heavy with technological baggage, flatten the mountains and block the rivers

Killing seems to be synonymous with existence to these invaders
Without mercy they spill the blood of anyone they see as a threat
And slaughter just about everyone and everything else
Just in case

A confused and childish bunch, these stupid fools don't fall in line with their natural surroundings
They try to manipulate nature
To fit their needs, fit their plan

They build straight up while trees branch outward
They dig straight canals while rivers meander
They pour hard concrete on the cool soft soil
They pump oil to the surface while underground it has a purpose

Level the forest to live in a box
Fences, walls, and doors with locks
'Cause the fools don't even trust each other
No tribal mentality
No sisters, no brothers

Their lives are full of lies and deceit
You can see it on their faces
No inner peace, such anger and tension
Treacherous villains full of hate and agression

Worst of all, they seem to think
That what they're doing really matters

Saturday, December 31, 2005 

Current mood:I wanna leave work now

All The Clocks Have Different Times
(humans think they can control time, but really no one knows how to describe what time actually is)

The strangest thing was realized
By a thoroughly depressed, detached, angry, confused young product of a ridiculous, hypocritical, bloated society:
All the clocks have different times

The time spent fumbling for the keys in the house
Was lost in the car where the time stood still
Rush hour started right on time
Only to continue until it became
Rush day...rush week...rush yeah...rush millenium...rush age

When the clock strikes one, the clock strikes many
When the clock struck twelve, it struck hard
It struck again and again and again and again
Hour after agonizing hour
Like clockwork
Until one person realized

All the clocks have different times

Like so many monumental moments in history
Some rejoiced, while others fell flat on their faces
Most just stuck to their routines,
Watched the clocks,
And checked their watches

Trying desperately
To keep them all the same

 

The Final Election In A Crumbling Empire
(written at the beginning of the 2004 presidential campaign. election years really get to me.)

As we sit on top of the world, with our gutters cluttered with waxen cups crushed under our tires, and all we see every day are the familiar sights of our daily existence, we know nothing.
As the dust continues to collect in every corner of every polling place, and every television screen has a familiar smiling face, and our time's wasted as they shovel the shit so high we can taste it, we know nothing.
As every doorman checks our IDs, and every scrap of metal gets detected, and we hold our twenties up to the light, and plant forests in the median strips to make things right, we know nothing.
But the whole world is watching.
The whole world is watching and the whole world is sick, and they'd really rather see a puppet head on a stick.
And all the soulless self-important liars holding the reins make the good ones fighting for something real in terms of change seem so strangely out of place, their goals so out of range...
And we feel ourselves choke as the mud flies, and the tradition of lies undermines and belies what we're taught all our lives:
"Vote or don't complain."
That short-sighted, simplified argument proves that we know nothing.
And the whole world is watching.


 

The Point And You
(about someone I once lived with, who would talk endlessly to anyone who pretended to listen, yet never bring out any depth, substance, or real friendship in the process)

You and the point you were making had a good thing going once, back in the ten minutes ago times when the walls didn't exist. But then they grew, and grew more relevant then the point and you, and now they've gotten so tall they threaten to buckle under their own weight. So tall they've passed the ceiling, where so many eyes have rolled, it would behoove you to hang the pictures there...
but the point...
We're at a point where anyone who cared would've grabbed you by the arm and taken you to a downtown place with laughing and dancing, but the walls grab my attention as they menacingly loom, and my mind wanders to thoughts of the tallest ladder, and you, the climber who washes the windows at the top, with a team of ladder holders who walkie-talkie you, "Everything's ok, don't worry about the sway,"
and your ladder's so tall that they don't know you've been falling all day.
And I'm at the point where I can't see the point for the walls, and you're the sillhouette behind the point, trying to poke it through...

 

Tuesday, October 25, 2005 

Category: Life

Fuck, last night was awesome. I can't even begin to describe how it felt to us. People really fucking like us, and it's exhilirating, scary, and totally insane to be on a stage while all these people you really know in so many different ways are just screaming and chanting for you. There are, I think, three main reasons we do this band, and play music in general: We love doing it, we have something to say to the world, and lastly, because people like what we do. I can't remember how many times, in this band and wake up on fire, that someone in the band was really not in the mood to play a show, but then we did it anyway and the crowd went crazy, and the music made us more alive again, and the emotion behind what we're saying and doing all made us remember how much we love it and made us feel stupid for not wanting to play. (Last night wasn't like that at all, we were all pumped to play!)

Many thanks to all of you for coming out last night and at Barclay last week, they were probably the two best shows we ever played.

We love you Baltimore.

--Nux Vomica