Monday, 30 October 2017


Episode 2 of The Wastelands airs later this week, either on Friday or Saturday. It may air in 2 parts for 2hrs on each day, or one whole show. If you would like to be featured, contact me asap. 


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Here is an overview of the genres that I feature, but if something catches my ear or its helping someone I know, then it will be flowed into the show. 

Punk/HC Genres: HC, HC Punk, Crust, D-Beat, Grindcore, Celtic Punk, Straight Edge HC, Crust Grind, Metallic Crust, Fastcore/PV, Anarcho Punk, Beatdown, Metallic HC, NYHC, Stench, Crossover, Underground Punk Rock.

Metal Punk: Punk based metal is also fine to featured such as Metal Punk, Punk Based Old School DM, Death Punk, and Death Crust.

Metal: Death Metal, Brutal DM, Slam, Death Grind, Old School DM, Thrash, Doom, Desert Rock, Sludge, Stoner Rock, Traditional Heavy Metal, Underground Hard Rock, Metal, Modern Metal, and Blues.

Underground Hip Hop: Real Hip Hop only such as boom bap, conscious hip hop, hc hip hop.  


Writing out of character for a moment. I'm unsure whether the narrated story parts flowed on the show. I wanted to add something different, so I may focus on comedy and promotional parts like I've always done, and concentrate on the regular radio show format. With that being said, the theme and character of The Waste Wanderer remain, so I'd still be pretending to be live from the far and distant future.

The problem in my opinion is that DIY can only go so far, and I'd need a huge budget akin to a TV series to do it the way I really want to. One thing for sure though, I really did enjoy bringing The Wastelands back.

The plan is to release the episodes either weekly, or fortnightly/monthly if I'm overloaded with Ancient Visionz Chat Radio interviews and studies from school. The Wastelands Show runs for about 4hrs on each episode is a live show made available as podcast. I'll either air each episode in one full edition or as say part 1, then part 2 follows up on the next day.

 The Wastelands-29-10-17, Episode 1, Relaunch Play List (Punk, Metal, Underground Hip Hop)

 The play list includes the text version of the narrated story sections that were included in episode 1.

 Genres featured in this episode: Death Metal, Punk, Metal, HC Punk, Crossover, Underground Hip Hop, Thrash, Crust Punk, D-Beat, Boom Bap, Conscious Hip Hop, Grindcore, Stench, Folk/Celtic Punk, Doom, Desert Rock, Metal Punk, Brutal DM, Old School DM, Death Punk, HC, Metallic HC, Crust Grind, Fastcore, & more!


 THE WASTELANDS-29-10-17-Ep 1, PART 2


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  Wastelands Ep 1 Opening Scene-Will Van Golf (2:43)

The Waste Wanderer, Chapter 1, Part 1 (0:47)
The ground shook beneath my feet, the black sands shift. It was time to move. Soon, the skies would be filled with the sounds of infernal poisonous noise. They are coming…

If I linger to long, my ears and head shall explode. The civilised section of the planet had grown accustomed to auto tuned high pitched cloned vocalists, and devilish mumble rap, which has masqueraded as hip hop since the 21st century.

Reaching down, I turn on my portable audio device, I crank up Grand Surgeon featuring Ruste Juxx. Looking around me, dusk is falling, the gangs are retreating, even they know who brings the terror. Yes Yes Y'all, welcome to my existence. But, I choose this mission, someone had to. 

    Grand Surgeon feat Ruste Juxx - Bring The Terror (beat & scratches by LG Roc) (2:32)

 The Waste Wanderer, Chapter 1, Part 2 (0:33)
The ground shakes again, they are close. Climbing on my bike, I glance back, I can see them, the lights hitting the sand. Always the lights. Strapping myself in, I ride off into the distance, focused. I turn up Germ Bomb’s ‘Dogs from The Wastelands’, and concentrate on the open free road before me. Riding faster and faster, leaving the neon lights behind me.

    Germ Bomb - Dogs From The Wasteland (2:29)

    Driller Killer - Futureless (2:37)

The Waste Wanderer, Chapter 1, Part 3 (0:18)
 Who am I? Some call me The Waste Wanderer, but I seek others who want to listen to real music. I invite you to join me on my journey, as I share the rhythms and sounds of The Wastelands….
    Dr. Creep - I'm Destructive (2:35)

   The Waste Wanderer, Chapter 1, Part 4 (0:38)
 Alone I explore what once was, the terrible nightmare is now a reality, I’m one man, with one mission, to help the sounds of The Wastelands be heard again. To heal the great mother. To help the tribes resurrect long forgotten musical genres from hc punk, real hip hop, and metal. To nourish the earth against pop filler, the music of the Ancient Enemy. I invite you to spread my message, The Waste Wanderer has returned to The Wastelands.

    Pisser - Nightcrawler (4:07)

    Pokerface - Human Control (3:07)

    Comaniac - Suborned (2:58)

    Toxic Ruin - Lord Of Pandemonium (5:03)

    Guerrilla Alliance - Sacrificial Chamber Ft Killah Priest (Cuts By Tone Spliff) (4:18)

    Sanctum - And We Press On (4:00)

    Nuclear Death Terror - Collapse (3:17)

    SKAVEN - Plague Wind (4:12)

    Guerrilla Alliance - Star Metal Ft Chino Xl (Cuts By Tone Spliff) (5:38)

    PAGANDOM - Bridges Burn (3:08)

    Pure Disgust - Agents of the Machine (1:53)

    sub space - Roto (1:51)

    Illusion - The Smoking Point (2:02)

    Selective Aggression - Your Choice, Not Mine (1:45)

    MC Therapist - Brutal For Your Ears (3:47)

    Combat Wombat - Let Them Know feat. Mantra (5:25)

    Black Anemone - Requiem of the patriot (3:50)

    Jolly Jackers - Star of a County Down (2:42)

    The Waste Wanderer, Chapter 1, Part 5 (1:13)
 The night sky is quiet and peaceful, the lights are now far behind in the distance. The desert watches me, it always does. I wonder what is out there at this time, and if anyone is hearing the returning song to the wastelands. I need to find somewhere to rest, away from the FCC’s grasp. I crank up the volume on my audio player, Jolly Jackers ‘The House’ starts to play. I increase the acceleration on my bike, immersing myself in the sounds. I hope you all can do the same, as I share this set and tale from my journal.

I think back to better times, dancing with friends and my girl to the sounds of Celtic Punk. It has always been a source of music that has lifted me. Man, Celtic Punk, just speaks to my soul, something I take solace with out here in The Wastelands. I was starting to forget this world for a moment, lost in my memories with The Jolly Jackers and The Clan’s ‘Folk n Roll’, and Auld Corn Brigade’s 1605, then the smoke ahead soon brought myself back to reality.

    Jolly Jackers - The House (2:29)

    The Clan - Folk'n Roll (2:59)

    Auld Corn Brigade - 1605 (4:27)

    The Waste Wanderer, Chapter 1, Part 6 (1:14)
The road was filled with the carcasses of bikes, trucks, cars, and rocket boards displaying the earlier exchanges between the gangs. The burning stench fills the air as I ride past and the smoke continues to rise high. My mood turns sombre and grey like the very smoke before me escaping the carnage.

 I lean down and race on, the wind pummels my face helm, and blows my cape backwards. I looked like a badly dressed post apoc Batman. I’d always been a fan of Batman and Fallout back in the day. Little did I know that one day I’d be running around The Wastelands and evading some megalomaniac that enjoys golf. Feels like an issue of Deadpool, although as comedic as it sounds, The First Culture Corporation are no joke. Well ok, to me they are, I mean how can pop clones, auto tune mumblers, and golf be considered culture? Wth happened man? Damn fillers.

The road is silent again, listening to Drowning Dog and Malatesta, the scene remains in my mind, a reminder of the brutal existence here in The Wastelands.

    DDM (Drowning Dog & Malatesta) - Power (3:00)

    Clearview - Upside Down World (1:28)

    UGLY - Powerless (2:24)

    Repressione - I Giorni Dell'Ira (1:50)

    Jackal - Dead End (1:00)

    Impact - No Excuse (1:52)

    KIDNAPPED - Cold Steel Versus My Temporal Lobe (0:55)

    Mordatorium - The Gallows (3:34)

    Bloodstrike - Hell's Wasteland (4:49)

    Defeated Sanity - Expectoration of Fear (3:45)

    Khazaddum - Lord of Isengard (5:40)

    Reckless Manslaughter - Unleash The Spirits Of The Fallen (3:20)

    Kal-El - Code of the Ancient (5:24)

    Hellshock - Stray (4:32)

    Extinction Of Mankind - Existance Declines (5:02)

    PAGANDOM - Monochrome Vision (4:06)


    DISTILLATOR - Mechanized Existence (4:39)

    Disarmageddon - Zero Hour (6:16)

    WAR ENGINE - Ambush (5:14)

    Bullet-Proof - Abandon (6:19)

    Chernodeath - Destroying The Reactor (1:57)

    Ephemeral Foetus - Relentless Contempt For Man (4:45)

    Repression Attack - Religion (3:21)

    Temple of Dagon - The Kraken (3:26)

    Askevault - Nothing Ever Changes (4:15)

    Wastelander - Desert Law (2:42)

    Plague Dogs - Swarm of Flies (3:25)

  Filth Tribe - Good Night (2:31)

     Extinct Exist - Nightmare Strain (3:52)

    Death Dealers - Starvation sells (1:57)

Sunday, 29 October 2017


The first episode from my travels as The Waste Wanderer in The Wastelands will be posted tomorrow on the site with the play list. Thank you to the friends, PR companies, and bands that submitted music and content for The Wastelands Radio.

For airplay on The Wastelands Radio and further info please visit the links below:

The Wastelands Radio Show



Writing out of character for a moment. I'm unsure whether the narrated story parts flow on the show, so I may remove those portions from the show in the future and concentrate on the regular radio format sections and skits. The Wastelands theme and character of The Waste Wanderer remain.

Tune in now and see what you think. Today's episode is a 4hr show.

Today's genres: Death Metal, Punk, Metal, HC Punk, Crossover, Underground Hip Hop, Thrash, Crust Punk, D-Beat, Boom Bap, Conscious Hip Hop, Grindcore, Stench, Folk/Celtic Punk, Doom, Desert Rock, Metal Punk, Brutal DM, Old School DM, Death Punk, HC, Metallic HC, Crust Grind, Fastcore, & more!

Listen live here @ this link:

Yo, what's good y'all? I've returned from my wandering to share this episode's sacred rhythms & sounds of The Wastelands.  I've heard her song, heard her sing, I wander, searching, seeking, and unearthing long forgotten sounds. Will you join me on my mission?
The Waste Wanderer.

Middle-earth: Shadow of War — "Fires of War" (Official Music Video)

Shadow of War has been one of the few games I've been able to play in down times from school. It is an awesome game with a great story and soundtrack flowing with the story and protagonist.

Here is 'Fires of War', one of the songs taken from the soundtrack, which is a very beautiful song. Enjoy!


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Crypts Of  Despair--The Stench Of The Earth cd  {Testimony  Rec.}
Crypts Of  Despair are a new death metal band  coming out of Lithuania.Their debut cd  The Stench Of The Earth  is great release featuring  ten  tracks of heavy old-school death metal madness.The  guitars are played with  both crazed assult of  riffs  and a more controlled  mid paced heavier sound.The guitarist can write and play some well performed patterns and even mixes in some solo's.The vocals  are a mix of raw,gruff growls and some deeper  death growls.If you  are a  fan of  slid death metal  then be sure to  pick up a  copy  of  The Stench Of The Earth  today.
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Kremlin--Decimation  Of The Elites cd {Godz Ov War  Prod.}
Coming out  of  Canada's aggressive and vicious  death,thrash metal scene is Kremlin.Decimation  Of The Elites is the  bands newest release which  has  nine songs of barbaric blasting death metal.The vocals are raw brutal  death metal growls and some raspy screams and old school type of vocals that really  fit the  bands vicious death metal style.The drums are played at a hyperspeed blasting pace.The drummer  does slow it down to a mid paced tempo in a few of the  songs before  going back to the hyperspeed blasting drums.The guitars are played in the  same vein as the drums with fast,raging  guitar  chords that are played with alot of talent and  writing  ability.If you  are  looking for a  new  band that  plays  barbaric oldschool death metal with  some  thrash elements  mixed in  then be sure to  check  out  Kremlin's  debut release  today.
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Limbsplitter--Chloroform Cocktail   cd  {Unmatched  Brutality Rec.}
Coming out  of  Cleveland Ohio  is Limbsplitter  with  their debut  full length Chloroform Cocktail.Featuring eight tracks of  brutal and gore  filled  death metal.The vocals  are deep death metal growls and some raw thrashy screams are used in  a few tracks.The guitars  are played  with  alot  alot of  skills that go from an all out assult of  fast  riffs and patterns  but  do slow to a more  calmer and mid paced  guitar  parts.If you  are  a  fan of brutal death metal then  be sure to check  out  the  new  release   Chloroform Cocktail  today.
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Rites Of  Daath--Hexing  Graves Mcd  {Godz Ov War Prod.}
Rites Of  Daath  are a  death,doom metal band coming out  of the Polish  scene.Hexing  Graves is the  bands  debut Mcd  featuring five songs of   doomish death metal.The  band does  a  great job of  playing  both  mid paced and  some faster sections.The drums  range from  heavy mid paced to a  faster  drum pace.The vocals  are heavy death growls  that  fit  Rites Of  Daath style perfectly.If you  are a fan of  solid death metal mixed with  some doomish  elements  then be sure to pick up  the debut Mcd of  Rites Of  Daath  today


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Whilst I'm slowly working my way back to updating the site and radio shows, I thought I'd write about a few random things. Usually the radio shows take up the majority of my time, which leaves little opportunity to write.

First up, I want to share my early thoughts surrounding Star Trek Discovery. I've been reading and watching many reviews on the show, and it seems to have split opinion. 

I'll try and break down the good and bad in true simple word on the streets style, and answer some FAQs that keep popping up. 

Star Trek Discovery isn't the best Star Trek show, but its not terrible. I'd say it is an average show that may improve in the latter part of the season or in future seasons. But, it is better than the recent Star Trek movies. Discovery does share some of the same aesthetics as those movies and it does look really well in parts. Kinda like Star Trek Enterprise with a makeover. If you haven't seen that show, it is a worth a watch, but skip the first season. 

The Klingons have a new design and many people aren't to crazy on the new appearance. I'm not sure, I appreciate they are trying to maybe make an alien species appear more alien. I don't hate it, but I'm just not convinced if it flows with their warrior culture. Maybe something else or an updated version of the previous incarnation would of matched more closely. It isn't a major bug bear or an issue that has me revulsing in disgust. I think the problem is, they do not appear menacing or threatening, which is strange given the history of the Klingons. The Federation are actually the ones that come across as more devious, cunning, and ruthless. There is a theory I read relating to this point, which I'll come to later.

One aspect that does work is the Klingons speaking in their own language. Some reviewers don't enjoy it, but I've watched foreign language movies for a long time, so it doesn't bother me, and after all, this is another species with an entirely different dialect.

The other areas I like with Discovery are:

Jason Isaacs plays a solid captain, who is a bit of a warmonger and ties in with a theory I want to respond to in a moment. 

The First Officer, the orange ish alien guy is played well and stands out. 

Michelle Yeoh played a great captain, and it sucked she was killed off very early. I do feel she could of been an awesome lead and it would of made Discovery more interesting. I've seen her in both English and non English movies, she is a solid actress and underrated. For those interested in her career, go check out some of her Hong Kong action movies before she became known to Hollywood. A missed opportunity with Michelle, and I'd like to see her in another sci-fi show where she can play a leading role, and showcase her notable action skills alongside her acting. 

What I don't like:

Sadly, those are the only stand out personalities in Discovery so far. The Klingon actors are pretty bland and forgettable. Hopefully, in later episodes we can see the Klingon perspective in finer detail to give Discovery a needed balance. 

Michael Burnham. I'm aware of the heat the character has had from fans and reviewers. She is a very difficult character to like and not a good lead due to her personality (I'm talking about the character, not the actress). Arrogant and disregards the rules when it suits her. Yes this dynamic does parallel Jason Issaac's Captain, but Michael is a turn off, which isn't good for the main protagonist. The acting is fine, just a terrible character.  I do hope Michael evolves and changes just to make the character more likeable and grounded to be the lead on the show.

The remainder of the cast on Discovery, do utter some cringe worthy dialogue at times and do not seem like Star Fleet officers. They can become an irritating factor, which detracts from the show. It is like the Lord of The Rings movies, awesome movies, but not when Frodo is on screen. You are wanting to get back to Aragorn and co. 

The Klingons were dispatched a little to easy in some of the combat exchanges, which negates the warrior culture they embody. 

A theory has circulated surrounding Discovery, which suggests they are the fore runners to Section 31 (black ops Star Fleet Intelligence, look up Star Trek Deep Space Nine, the episode featuring Dr Bashir and Section 31 to learn more). It could possibly explain the questionable lack of morals and Star Trek principles displayed by the Captain. There are other notable Easter Eggs whether intended or not, which are in the show if you look hard enough.

Star Trek Discovery isn't awful, but just an average sci-fi show, which doesn't stand up to earlier Trek shows such as Voyager, Enterprise, and DS9. I hope it can improve in future episodes, and the introduction of the guy rescued from the Klingon prison in episode 5 is shaping up to be a solid character.

I do sincerely hope the show improves, but there are other sci-fi shows, which are far superior. I highly recommend The Expanse, which has interesting and dynamic characters, a deep story, and good acting.

Discovery has enough qualities to keep me watching for now, but there are a few flaws, which are dragging it down.

I score it 5/10 so far. 

Friday, 27 October 2017


Comic fandom part number whatever. Posted Power Rangers pics and other stuff a few months back. Just picked up giant Ironman and Spiderman figures. Pics coming soon. 

Top row left to right: Green Lantern, Superman, Batman, Wonderwoman.

Top 2nd row left to right: Batman, Scarlet Spider, Miles Morales Spiderman, Armored Spiderman, Spiderman Home Coming, Classic Spiderman, Agent Venom, Spiderknight, Big Time Spiderman.

2nd from bottom row left to right: Iron Patriot, Iron Man, Warmachine, Wolverine, Ironman, Batman, Green Arrow, Ironman Hulk Buster Armor.

Bottom row left to right: Vision, Antman, Falcon, Captain America, Thor, Ironman, The Incredible Hulk. 


The first episode in the return of The Wastelands is almost ready. There are a few scenes left to narrate and write, but it is almost finished.  Episode 1 introduces The Waste Wanderer, Will Van Golf, and more! For those unfamiliar with the show, it is a concept based show set in the far future with a mix of story, comedy, and regular radio format.

Musically The Wastelands features punk/hc, metal, and underground hip hop. Full information on genres can be read at the link below:

The Wastelands Episode 2 Submissions:

There are still spaces are available for episode 2 submissions, so if you would like to be featured then contact me @ 

EP 2 also witnesses the return of Captain Midnight Mosh, a favorite with friends and myself from my various radio shows. 


The first episode in the return of The Wastelands Radio show is coming soon. It could take a month to record, or it maybe released sooner, but I also run the Ancient Visionz site/shows when I'm not pretending to be The Waste Wanderer.

Atm I'm planning to release The Wastelands as a podcast, and live shows could be a possible option again. The show runs as a story/regular radio show both on and off air. Don't worry, I won't be reading out a whole book, just expect some skits, and 3 short story piece during each episode. For example, intro, middle, and outro, but I repeat, short kinda stuff, not whole books. I've already posted a 5 part prelude and a diy poem, which should serve as an introduction into the world of The Wastelands. 

The next installments of the story shall be narrated (poorly lol) on air, and also posted on the site. I'm mixing in the usual silly humour I've always done on any show I've hosted. We need to keep some giggles flowing.

The Wastelands is diy, I hold no budget, nor can afford professional voice actors, narrators, and so on. I've reached out to a few friends from various scenes to help, but I'm attempting to do something different that also can be interesting and fun!

In the meantime, please feel free to check Ancient Visionz for the latest in what I'm doing. 


Who am I?
A shade from the past, alone and lost,
I hold deep sorrow for this world I know,
What has it become?

Placing my hand upon her face,
I hear her sing, faintly sing, 
But no one hears anymore.

I hear her song, hear the pain,
The crying, the anguish,
Her fears and tears.

She has been in pain for so long,
Sad at a world gone mad,
Yearning for what we had.

Division and elitism rule these lands,
Holding up my hands, 
Asking if there will be an end,
 To the cultural graveyards I walk.

She sings about hip hop and hc punk,
Before they became defunct,
She helps me remember.

As I inscribe this message, I ask you to pause,
Reach down, place your hands upon her face,
Listen, listen like we once did.

Feel her words, her song,
Then open your eyes,
Look at the sands.

Feel the passion, her love,
Take these words far and wide,
Out into The Wastelands.

Write the long forgotten songs,
The sacred genres, share them as reminders,

So the rhythms can return, and help others learn,
The spirits of hip hop and hc punk, her song,
I hear her song, I hear her sing.

I am The Waste Wanderer,
I have returned.



I stood transfixed, the d-beat and crust rhythms I’d been heard in the great mother’s song were also coming from the crouched woman. Her glowing white yellow eyes locked with mine, shining, but also filled with primal rage. She had long dark hair with white ethereal grey streaks. It was tied back in a platted pony tail. It looked magical and like something from a Lord of The Rings movie from days of old. Her skin was a ghostly silver. Clearly some other kind of being was peering into my soul. Humanoid, but she wasn’t human. 

She had ripped denim jeans, which were a mix of the same colour as her ghostly silver skin, but interwoven with denim blue. Punk patches covered them ranging from hc, hc punk, crust, d-beat, celtic punk, and more. I thought it was just me who displayed devotion to the ancient sacred arts. The only difference was my pant’s artistic attire also featured the lost forms of real hip hop. 

Her torso featured a sleeveless shirt with d-beat logos, which were as catching as her very eyes. Her arms were covered in bright green patterns that ran across her skin like flowing rivers.

I raised my hands slowly, keeping them held in the air, demonstrating I had no hostile intentions. I carefully walked towards the desk she was crouched upon. All the while I could hear d-beat ring through the air, it was hard to stand still, but this wasn’t the time for dancing. Stopping before her, I removed my helm and maintained eye contact. She smiled and said in a strange voice;

‘I’ve waited for you, I saw you before, before this came to be’.
‘Ok’, I answered curiously, thinking to myself, she is not from the FCC (First Culture Corporation), but who and what is she?

‘You have heard her, I serve her. You hear the song, I’m part of that song. You are from before. You know how this world should be, and why now, it is what you see’, she simply stated politely in a firm tone.

Truth be told folks, I was still in shock. Its like that feeling you get when you meet someone that has actually heard of the bands you like and listen to, and you say;

There was one method, a surefire method to help in this situation. I consulted my pocket elitist metal bible, finding the chapter on punk, I worked through the various 10 steps to find out if she was ‘true’. Check band patches, shirts, uniform, reaction to band names, and does she know what the genres are. 

After almost boring her to death with my authenticity assessment, I asked;
‘Are you her?’.
‘No, but if you look within, you know what I am. I’ve always been there, just forgotten and eroded. Eroded like the music you and I love, what we all once loved’, she responded.
‘Why are you here?’, I answered.
‘To show you something’, said the silver skinned woman. 

She smiled and pointed towards an opening behind her where a window had once been. She lept down from the desk and jumped out the opening, I heard her say;


I thought oh great, so much for thinking it was time to rest and chat about lost gems of d-beat. I paused for a moment, did she just? And, yes she had jumped without a second thought. I heard a rumbling sound come from the stair well. I turned around suddenly, looking at the door. Thick slabs of stone dropped in the doorway, followed by an impactful sound of the very stairs themselves hitting the floors below. Dust filled the air, which caused me to cough vigorously. It was time to go, so I climbed down the building. I'd developed my free running abilities to an average standard during my travels. I knew when to run and avoid falling to my doom, but there wasn't much choice, so I quickly manoeuvred down the outside of the building.  

Despite my enhancements, I reached the bottom some time after the silver skinned woman. I glanced back at the tall tower, it was still standing. I then heard a voice shout;
‘Come, come see’.

I turned around to my right, and noticed a silver glow next to a small apartment complex across the road. I walked to where the silver glow was. Arriving moments later, I could see the silver skinned woman stood at the side of the complex, and pointing at a small clearing where the moonlight was shining.   

'Do you have a name, so I can stop saying silver woman in my notes'?, I said with a dry humourous tone.
'Achillea', she said laughing. 

The answer added more to my suspicion about her. It revealed who she was and why she existed. Achillea perked my interest, but for the moment, I would entertain what she wanted me to see. It wasn’t like I was going to be at the next wine tasting conference anytime soon. We both walked to the small clearing where the moonlight shone, then Achillea said;
‘Stop, watch, and listen’.

A group of small beetles were scurrying around on the floor, then they stood upright. I looked at Achillea, she simply said;
‘Just watch and listen’.

The sounds of hc punk filled the air. They were genres that had not been heard since ancient times outside of my own audio player. I could hear remnants of nyhc, crust, d-beat, grindcore, celtic punk, hc, and more. 

Achillea said again;
‘Keep listening Wanderer’.

The beetles stopped, then danced. Achillea turned to face me and touched my heart with her hand. My body jerked and tingled as warm energies flowed and coursed through my body. I could feel the raw essence of punk, images and distant memories becoming clearer, returning to me. The experience was something much more pure than the songs I listened to on my audio device.

Achillea's words filled my mind as she said;
‘See what was, what can be again, see her anger, her pain, see the true words behind her song, listen to her’.

During that moment, I felt her hand leave my chest as I fell back to the floor. I struggled to my knees, looking at the beetles, which had vanished just like Achillea. I coughed and thought;
‘I’m definitely mad’.

My hand was on the concrete ground supporting me as I tried to rise to my feet. I was feeling nauseous, my fingers were burning hot as they felt the concrete's surface. I quickly became paralyised and rooted to the spot where I stood. The surface vibrated and energies of hc punk passed through my body again. 

I'm not sure I can accurately convey the experience, a profound day, which offered both peace and sadness. The song confirmed my private thoughts, but the words also filled me with deep sorrow. The Great Mother spoke of her torment and grief for what filler had done to her. She'd said my music, the sound waves, the vibrations from my audio device, were slowly helping the spirits of punk and hip hop return.

I realised what my mission would be, it no longer revolved around personal solace. It was time to share my music, which was also her music. It wouldn't be easy. 

I hear the Earth’s song, her song. I know why I must wander, and know where I must go. I feel the energy of hc punk, the wisdom of hip hop, just like I once did, like so many did, so long ago. They are no longer just tracks I listen to on my audio device. The sounds are within me, I hear the guitars, I hear the rhymes, I hear the songs, and I hear the beats. The rhythmic sounds of The Wastelands stir my soul, I am The Waste Wanderer.

Achillea, the silver punk, watched The Waste Wanderer from a nearby multi storey car park. Inside it contained a graveyard of scrap metal husks and faded lines indicating where drivers once parked. The stench irritated Achillea, the smell of the land sickened her, and the grim colours were often depressing, despite her fondness for dusk. 

The skies thundered, rain began lashing down fiercely on her. The water highlighted her silver skin tones. Within minutes she became drenched and soaked, but Achillea simply shrugged, keeping her attention on The Waste Wanderer. His hand left the Earth, he stood up, and jogged inside the small apartment complex.

Achillea gazed ahead into the distant horizon, noting the abandoned roadways and city tower blocks that stood waiting for the salvage gangs to visit them.

Achillea looked up at the sky and disappeared into the night. 


Tower Blocks and Memories of Filler Factor

The air felt temperate, wild snarls came from behind me. Looking back over my shoulder, a pack of wild hounds were fighting each other. I mused to myself that they were no different than their human counterparts. There would always be someone, wanting to be top dog, and desiring the loudest snarl and bark. If you haven’t guessed, I held no palate or interest in politricks and theatrical power games.

My enhancements ensured I could deal with the hounds swiftly, but the noise from the potential exchange would be the bigger danger. I didn’t relish alerting any salvagers, gangs, or anyone else in the area, especially when I was focused on her song. I’d followed her voice to this region for a few days. I was learning how to tune into the voice, feel it flow within me. It was no longer a constant irritation in my mind, but a language I was learning to understand.

Ignoring the hounds, I moved on, closing in on the office block with the strange dancing shapes underneath, they had vanished. I wondered if my madness had returned.

In front of me were old traffic lights with vacant streets on either side, sprawling through the former metropolis.

Her song, louder than usual, called me to venture further. Stepping forward a few strides, I found myself in the middle of an intersection. The hairs sprung up on my neck, alerting me to the sensation that someone was watching me. My sensors hadn’t picked anything up, but technology can never replace an innate instinct. That gut feeling, the one you can trust, it will not lie, and is often the only true friend anyone has in this crazy world.

Her song reverberated again in my mind, the d-beat and crusty sounds. I gazed upwards at the dormant tower across from the intersection. I was certain the song emanated from the dark tower. The fourth floor window drew my attention, a figure was stood looking at me. Then, it gets weird, I didn’t feel afraid or scared, but someone was there.

Her song urged me to continue, and I did. Entering the building and traversing the stairwell to the fourth floor. It was a steady climb, but nothing challengingly exerting. I opened the door to the fourth floor, and then sighed.

A long, very long line of empty office cubicles were arranged in rows and aisles. The room probably once functioned as a race track for busy people waving paper around and shouting the latest market values. What an exciting day that must have been, huh.

I was about to search for a spot to rest, then the sensation I’d experienced outside returned.

'Man, you would think I’m partial to psychedelic narcotics, but I’d always kept my mind free from that stuff. I never wanted to be lured to another top 40 party, wake up halfway through and realise you had been socialising with a group of hipsters claiming mumble rap and kindergarten punk were the real radness', I said to myself in my mind.

My thoughts cleared, several rows ahead, a woman was crouched on top of a desk in a cubicle. She had a strange aura. Her ancient and primal radiance seemed familiar. I had a suspicion she was from before the time of filler, long before.

I thought to myself, if you are pre-filler, then you were saved from suffering through episodes of Filler Factor, Filler Idol, and Making You Believe Fillers Got Talent. Oh man, those days were harsh. A gathering of Nanas chanting;

It was usually said in response to the latest puppet stood on stage who was killing classic songs for the TV audience. They were always baying for more. Sadly, none of them knew how it was harming The Great Mother. The manufactured filler was feeding, and had no shortage of devotees, all to eager to help filler spread into the world.


I Wandered

I ran and wandered for weeks. The voice and song was always there. Slowly becoming clearer, but I was too afraid. It actually drove me crazy, really crazy. I could hear the song, but not fully understand it. I just wanted to be alone. Alone with my music. At least it was something, it was all I had. Wherever I went, the song was always there, it was always in my mind, it didn’t matter what I listened to. The song never stopped. I lost sleep and hallucinated on a regular basis.

The Wastelands is a like coin, two different sides, the sun and moon, hot and cold. A contrasting landscape that can switch between sheer tranquility and immediate peril. It can be weeks, sometimes months before you meet another soul. The silence was my close and intimate friend, but now I had another. I was still unsure if I wanted this friend. The gnawing song that spoke of legends. Am I another mad wanderer, another actor to take the stage, playing a part in a terrible penny dreadful, or starring in 10 Dollar Studio’s latest lower than low budget offering? Indeed, I was clearly mad, but in a world gone mad, what is normal anymore? The Earth I walk upon doesn’t hide the madness of human beings and their fateful folly. 

The words became clearer over time, I learned to adjust to the voice. When I did this, it became less frequent, but clearer to me. I was beginning to understand, knowing how to channel it, and listen to the words I could hear, especially when I touched the ground.

Luckily for me, the only dangers I’d encountered so far were my own ramblings, and the usual Wastelands storms, but my attributes could handle weather extremes a little easier. I’m a wanderer, this is my life, and it is what I do. 

I guess you are wondering, where are the predators and gangs? I’m experienced with hiding when necessary, and surviving. The gangs tend to stay near places they can raid. The Wastelands are a vast and never ending place. There are others out here, towns, cities, settlements, but since my escape, I preferred to live as a solitary creature. 

I had reached another ruined collection of colossal structures and streets. The urban archaic landscape stretched for miles. Ahead of me was a cathedral, its doors semi open with the wind blowing inside. Above its gigantic doors, sat two gargoyles basking in the moonlight. Their mouths crooked with the stones erosion, which made them appear to be laughing.

On my left was a former city police station, its signs barely visible. I could see dancing shadows and shapes underneath what was maybe an old office block.

I needed to be cautious, I proceeded through the empty roads and streets.


My Madness and Stinky Ted


Several weeks had passed, my tech helps keep track of time. When I think back to those events, I wonder if I’m still mad. I close my eyes and hear the song. It was one afternoon, I’d stopped next to an old ship, a freight ship. It looked as good as any place to hunker down for some rest. I made my way up the side of the freight ship, noting the rustic rails adorning the archaic walkway. Once inside the cabin, I took off my dust jacket, helm, bandanna, and removed my hoodie. The smell reeked of sweat and urine, Stinky Ted must have been here recently. He was a notable bum, even by Wastelands standards. A dirty beast with demonic arm pits that would level entire cities. His odour carried a particular fragrance. None the less, I’d endured much worse. 

I cleared a space and sat down in the corner. I moved the plastic bottles, papers, and general mess to the side. Lying against the wall, I updated my map and journal, then drifted to sleep. 

Its funny, I remember the time before all this, there maybe others like me, but I’ve met no one else since my escape. I still find that day hard to comprehend, but all I can tell you is how it happened. It was early evening and I’d stirred from my slumber. I could hear a sad, soft, and faint voice. It was singing, but barely distinguishable. I thought I was stuck in a dream of past times, ancient music locked deep in my psyche. The voice continued to sing, full of tragedy and pain. I picked up my things, thinking it must be just a deep resurfaced memory of some long lost song. You know how a song is stuck in your head, and it bugs you. Where did I hear this and where is it from?
‘Great, must be one of those days’, I said to myself.

Maybe Stinky Ted’s stench had triggered something. His delightful smell is enough to make anyone sad.

I turned on my audio device again, cranking up some Askevault. A dose of Death Crust should block out the sound, but it didn’t. The voice continued singing in the background, interfering with my crusty music. Stepping outside the freight ship’s cabin, I decided to wander once more. Attempting to zone out from the voice. I walked back down the rustic walkway, checking my surroundings, it was eerily quiet.


The water at the side of the ship was rippling, which perked my curiosity. Normally water in the wastes show nothing and are devoid of any activity, other than when the howling winds cause great waves to form and crash into each other.   

The ground gently vibrated, I said out loud;
‘Definitely no boom bap or grindcore, been a millennia since any kind of bass or fierce beats or drums were heard here’.

Pebbles and old cans rolled on the floor. The song was still present in my head.  I felt an urge to touch the floor. As my hand touched the ground, I Looked around to see if anyone was there. Not sure why I did this. There were no observers, nor anyone in the vicinity who could award me points for touching the floor. Crazy thing though, back in the day, folks created an Olympic sport out of anything, which led to the 100 metres Cell Phone Dash. The event involved people claiming they were to busy for everything and anything, whilst walking towards the finish line. Their heads were locked in a fixed position, gazing downwards at an electronic screen full of emojis and gibberish passing for language. The 100 metres Cell Phone Dash, filler culture at its finest.

Returning to the present, I recoiled, frightened and shocked. Looking around again, I placed my hand back on the floor, feeling the vibrations and melody course through my my body and mind.  

A haunting sad rhythm, a song, words speaking of all that went before, and all that has come since. I quickly scrambled my things together, and ran. I ran, ran into the night. A stupid move, but I was freaked.