You’re standing at the edge.
The noise is real. The vault is sealed.
But not locked.
Inside: raw takes, demo ghosts, rehearsal room echoes, and the final cuts –
unfiltered, unstreamed, unchained.
No platforms. No streaming. No algorithms
Just sound. Just you.
Enter freely. Wander through the stages.
Witness the becoming.

Social Exclusion from 2008 - today
In the squats and smoke-filled basements of 2008, “Social Exclusion” was born out of pure disgust. No polish, no compromise. Just raw riffs and a scream against the walls society builds. This was the sound of being pushed out, spat on, and still standing. Never got the status of a demo, as long as all other songs too. But intense.
Peter, Philip, Michael
Seven years in, the sound got more crossed, punk and complicated at the same point. “Social Exclusion” evolved – not cleaner, but meaner. Now with Johnny as singer, Fred play the bass guitar, Michael and Michael #2 doing their stuff. The lyrics you can now understand, but message same: institutional hate and reared willing executors.
2016 marked a turning point. A new throat at the mic – raw, relentless, and razor-sharp. The new vocalist didn’t just sing the pain, he lived it. With him came the first official release of “Social Exclusion” on the EP "States of chaotic Terror" 2018. The Song got´s it form but the message? Still a middle finger to every gatekeeper, every border, every fake ally. This version made it to streaming, but it still belongs in the pit.
Dave, Daniel, Michael, Michael#2
Today, “Social Exclusion” is a battle cry, it is the anthem of those who are never locked up and those who are crushed by the institutions. The riffs are harder, faster. Undiluted. It’s not nostalgia – it’s resistance. A reminder that exclusion never ended, and neither did the fight. Michael shout - back to the roots, Gerrit drums more harder, Alex playing different paths to the same.
Warren from 2008 - today
December 3rd, 1984. Bhopal, India. A toxic cloud crawled through the slums. Thousands choked in their sleep. Union Carbide called it an “accident.” We call it murder. We were experimentating with Arrangements, raw. Peter, Philip, Michael
1985 – Escape Route: First Class While bodies were still burning, Warren Anderson – CEO of Union Carbide – posted $5,000 bail and flew back to the U.S. No trial. No justice. Syndicates of Silence.
The Arrangement-Dice hits us und we sorted the parts new. Johnny, Fred, Michael and Michael #2.
Decades later, the soil still poisons. Babies born with twisted limbs, lungs that never learned to breathe. “Warren” evolves here – slower, darker, heavier. The lyrics mourn, but they also accuse. This isn’t history. It’s now. The solo cuts like a scalpel through corporate lies.
The drums get in the intro a spotlight. Playing Dave, Daniel, Michael, Michael#2
Warhammer from 2008 - today
2008. Die Originalbesetzung. Wilde Kerle, ein Keller, null Filter. „Warhammer“ war das leibhaftige Chaos - ein akustischer Vorschlaghammer gegen die mediale Gedankenkontrolle. Die Texte waren roh, die Riffs unerbittlich. Es war nicht ausgefeilt, aber es war rein: ein Warnschuss gegen die Flut der Lügen. Dies war der Klang von Misstrauen, Verzerrung und DIY-Wut.
Philip, Peter, Michael
By 2015, the band was fractured. Only drums and guitar remained – no vocals, no bass, just the skeleton of a scream. “Warhammer” became an instrumental dirge, a haunted broadcast from a world drowning in media sludge. The silence said more than words: we’re still being fed, still being fooled. The message was buried, but not forgotten.
Michael, Michael#2
2024. “Warhammer” returned to the stage – louder, tighter, angrier. Played live, it hit like a riot. The crowd roared the old lyrics back like they never left. This wasn’t nostalgia – it was a resurrection. A reminder that the war for our minds never ended. The outro? A wall of noise and a single scream: “Turn it off. Look around.”
Gerrit, Alex, Aris, Michael
Wait for it - Warhammer is in recording
