All posts by Craig Hayes

Old man from Aotearoa New Zealand. I write about dadcrust for d-beat dorks, raw punk nerds, and metal dweebs.

Rudimentary Dweebi: ICWT’s Favorite ’25 EPs

“And right now… right now… right now it’s time to… kick out the jams, motherfuckers!” – Rob Tyner, “Kick Out the Jams” Kia ora, allies, acquaintances, and soon-to-be nemeses. Welcome to part deux of ICWT’s

Behind The Realms Of Dorkness: ICWT’s Favorite ‘25 LPs

“Brothers and sisters, the time has come for each and every one of you to decide whether you are gonna be the problem, or whether you are gonna be the solution!” – Brother J. C.

Razored Raw: Maced / Postnatal Abortion Split

I don’t know what it’s like in your neck of the woods, but down here, in Aotearoa New Zealand, there’s often been a reluctance from fringe music-makers and DIY labels to celebrate their creative successes.

In Crust We Trust: A Roachleg Addendum

Kia ora, crüe. It’s always the way, innit!?! You spend weeks writing a War and Peace-length round-up of recent punk releases, and then 30 seconds after you submit the damn thing, out of nowhere, a

In Crust We Trust: Vol 33

Kia ora, crüe. I recommend gathering a few provisions before starting this month’s edition of ICWT. I’ve gone long-form (real long), and I’d strongly advise you to stock up on food and water if you

Forced Starvation – Forced Starvation Review

Aotearoa New Zealand grindcore outfit Forced Starvation call the world’s southernmost capital city, Te Whanganui-a-Tara (aka Wellington), home. As a fellow Wellingtonian, I can tell you that things are not exactly peachy in Forced Starvation’s

In Crust We Trust: Vol 32

Kia ora, crüe. Welcome back to In Crust We Trust. This semi-regular round-up focuses on crust punk, d-beat, stenchcore, raw punk, and every other Dis-charged subgenre. Artier punk occasionally appears, but in the main, ICWT

In Crust We Trust: Vol 31 – Part 2

Kia ora, comrades. Every month, In Crust We Trust rounds up the harshest punk, hardcore, and metalpunk releases. Dis-charged or dis-cloned, if it sounds horrible, it’s a contender. Enjoy the ruckus, and thanks for stopping