Rites Of Hadda - Keep Buying Things

  Rites Of Hadda are from London and tag themselves as an anarcho, pagan, gothic, psychedelic witchpunk band. They were born from a weekly jam session in a London squat and have released 3 eps;  Samhain Ritual #1 (Live At The Gunners), From The Blow and the recent 7 track Witchpunk. If you're wondering what a combination of anarcho, pagan, gothic, psychedelic and witchpunk sounds like, all 3 releases are name your price on Bandcamp :  https://ritesofhadda.bandcamp.com/

  Listening to the opening track on the latest release (From The Blow), it sounds like fairly pacy bass led post-punk. I was expecting something akin to Bauhaus and maybe the deep vocals do remind me a little of them but the sound overall is less gloom laden. And then we get track 2 (Raven), which actually does bring to mind Bauhaus. Then the next track, the one that you'll see a video for at the bottom of this update, is more of a politically motivated garage stomper railing against corporate greed. Rather than have me struggling to describe the rest of the songs, check them out yourselves but to sum up it's good stuff. Even the threat of psychedelic meandering didn't really come to pass so a sigh of relief was given.

  For more info go here :  https://www.facebook.com/ritesofhadda/

  And onto my favourite song. This is Keep Buying Things...

Is the point of life just to have more things 
To earn more cash get super thin 
buy the next TV, the right Asian food 
Feed the fads, feel anew. 

Is the point of life to drift aimlessly 
Down the tow path with the family 
Dress the kids in the latest threads 
Then drown the puppies ripped from their beds 

Is the point of life just to have more fun 
Keep on drinking girl fuck everyone 
Keep the vomit down although that seems absurd 
Keep trudging through, don't speak a word 

What am I looking for in all this fun 
What am I looking for on the canal with Mum 
TV is shit and makes me scream 
I've starved myself and shaved pristine. 

What are we looking for in the latest car 
As we drive about poisoning the stars 
Is this the peak of it our time here 
Buying things because we're lost in fear 

Created woes are now our everyday 
As we take the kids to the park to play 
Our thoughts are locked by those who know the game 
Those who work against us, with no shame. 

Keep buying things don't think beyond 
Keep buying things and you'll belong 
Keep buying things you dunno why 
Keep buying things that make you cry 
Keep buying things that make you coo 
Keep buying things that manipulate you 

Our thoughts are boxed our thoughts are holed 
By corporate greed and those in the know 
It doesn't pay if we search for truth 
In the soil we walk on, in horn and hoof 

It doesn't pay if we look around 
At all her nature at the profound 
Then you're lost in the world unknown 
Despatched departed dismissed as stoned 

Keep buying things don't think beyond 
Keep buying things and you'll belong 
Keep buying things you dunno why 
Keep buying things that make you cry 
Keep buying things that make you coo 
Keep buying things that manipulate you