World Eater Recordings

08/05/2025

Brazil's Supreme Court put former President Jair Bolsonaro under house arrest on Monday ahead of his trial for an alleged coup plot, underscoring the court's resolve despite escalating tariffs and sanctions from U.S. President Donald Trump.

08/04/2025

So Boom, check it...............................

Ya'll have never seen "This Thing" live-now's your chance.

The Sweet Fuzzy Itsy Bitsy is coming to rock Da Park on Sunday Aug 10

Blessed to be added to a bill of Heavyweight, classic bands-
all for a cause that EVERYONE should get behind.

The ONLY way to get to a "More Perfect Union"

So, come join us Sunday, August 10, at 1PM
in Washington Square Park
to ROCK AGAINST RACISM

The American Archives of Counterculture presents:
ROCK AGAINST RACISM
The Washington Square Park 2025 Edition
Sponsored by LEGALIZEDNYC

Featuring:
Skadanks
Butter Brain
LaLa Suarez
DubCorps Intl
The Sweet Fuzzy Itsy Bitsy
100Fold
Kala

Hosted by Dayana Molina (Frontwoman of the New York Rats)

Sunday, August 10
1pm-5pm SHARP
The Stage at Garabaldi Plaza, Washington Sq Park
NYC

(Special Thanks to DON AUDIO for Sound)
(Special Thanks to World Eater Recordings for poster design & artwork)

08/02/2025

Let’s call it what it is:

Toxic tour culture is often manufactured—by people who’ve been around long enough to game the system, but not grow with it.

Some are labeled “legends.”
A few earned it.
But many abused it.

They don’t lead.
They hoard.
They bully.
They gatekeep.
And they weaponize their tenure with the artist to protect outdated roles they’re no longer qualified for.

They’ve stopped learning.
They never kept up with the technology, the workflows, the evolution.
But instead of stepping aside—or stepping up—they double down.
They create confusion. They sabotage systems. They make themselves the bottleneck.
Because dysfunction is job security for them.

They pass that toxic mindset down to the next generation—preserving a culture that isolates, intimidates, and burns people out.

They attack progress.
Mock accountability.
They claim they’re “tough”—and that care is weakness.
But that posturing is fear in disguise.
Empathy threatens their control.
Progress exposes their stagnation.
And accountability reveals who’s been coasting on proximity, not contribution.

They shame and diminish anyone who has the self-respect to set boundaries—to protect their basic human needs—like rest, safety, or connection.
They paint that as weakness.
As if the reward for running yourself into the ground is some magical, legacy-defining “memory of tour.”
But look closer:
Many of them are bitter, broken, jaded—clinging to validation from the artist’s name on their résumé, because it’s the only thing left that gives them worth.

Let’s be clear: this isn’t everyone.
But you know who they are.
And you know what they do to a tour.

Actual legends?
They don’t need to gatekeep.
They lift people up.
They lead with empathy, not ego.
They set others up to succeed—not blindly, but with accountability, humility, and care.
They evolve. They include. They adapt.

Because time served ≠ value.
Proximity to power ≠ permission to harm.
And gatekeeping isn’t a skill—it’s a fear response.

We’re not here to protect fragile egos.
We’re here to build a healthier, more functional, more inclusive touring culture.

If that threatens you, maybe you were part of the problem all along.

08/02/2025

Four days after my 24th birthday, The Roots dropped “Do You Want More?!!!??!”. For a moment, it felt like things were finally happening. We shot a few videos, rocked shows that turned heads, and hope was in the air.

Then… reality hit. We opened for the Beastie Boys and learned a lot about touring, but when that ended we were on our own.

Honestly, it was a blessing things didn’t blow up immediately. That year was full of panic attacks, creative blocks, and financial strain. Friendships were strained. Addictions loomed. Some days I wasn’t sure we’d even make it to 1996 — let alone my 30th bday.

By July, we were grinding through a brutal three-week tour in Italy — 100 degree heat, no AC, police harassment, and a cramped deep fried p**s tourbus. Finally, the last day of this stretch in Zurich on August 1st gave us a break from the misery. It felt like the Shawshank escape!

I wanted to kiss the ground when we arrived at the venue. While everyone else was still asleep on the bus, I jumped off 1st to cop a shower & fresh towels.

I opened the dressing room door and man… relief: AC at last, a fridge with ice-cold milk & Cocoa Krispies, plus Turkey & Cheese sandwiches! I was sorting my laundry when I noticed something on the table.

A purple cassette tape.

I picked it up slowly and read the label: “Only Built 4 Cu—-… OMG!!!

*pwheen* to the bus to show the cats. Turns out ODB had been in that room the night before & left his tape behind. That moment was like going from black-and-white to color in The Wizard of Oz.

That tape came at the perfect time — it reignited my spark & answered “why I chose this life” & it saved our band. Suddenly, we were all geeking out about every detail: Why were the drums on “Criminology” mixed so low? Could you even dance to “Knowledge God” outside a club? Who had the best verse on “Guillotine”?

Hours passed, and my bowl of cereal was still untouched & soggy. We played that tape three times in a row. The creative spark was back. As soon as we got home, we started working on what became “Illadelph Halflife.”

That was the best worst summer of my life.

Happy 30th 1995!

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07/22/2025

Rest in Sublime Darkness, Ozzy 🤘🏾