The Fucking Wrath

By Zach Ahern

Punk. Stoner. Hardcore. Doom. The list goes on and on. Suffice to say, The Fucking Wrath play loud, fast and heavy music. If you’re looking to have your ears bleed with a smile on your face, you’ll get your ass to one of their shows. Synthesis got the chance to chat it up with The Fucking Wrath’s singer and guitarist, Craig Kasamis. Stories of piss and vomit ensued.

Who came up with your band name and has it deterred promoters from booking you guys?
We were going to be called The Wrath, but  we found out about a hardcore band that already had the name, so we did the logical thing and added fucking. I think it really fits the band way better than if we were called The Wrath. As far as booking, it has come up a few times, so we tell people to use TFW if they are afraid of cursing.

What is the most bizarre thing you’ve witnessed on tour?
When we were in Omaha we stayed at the palace of punk houses. It was a huge ass house that was split into four units with probably 50 people living there. A couple of us were hanging out with some people on the front stoop. Everything is normal, just drinking and hanging with some of the people who lived there. One of the guys says he “has to take a leak,” so these two other guys spring up and say “wait for us.” The two go to the bottom of the stoop as the guy pisses all over them. They literally drank it up. I was in a drunken shock. I wander around the house trying to find the rest of my band as I fall down into a pile of rocks. I look up and there’s 15 people sitting in a semi-circle just staring at me. One of them tells me I’m in their garden, as I look around and see only rocks. I guess that’s an Omaha garden. I tell them I’m looking for my band mates and that people are pissing on each other in the front. They tell me it’s Benny and Tim and “not to worry about it, they do it all the time.” This girl must have taken pity on me because she helped me find the rest of the dudes. I ended up passing out in the van. As I awoke the next day to a major hangover, I open the van door and let out all the booze I drank the night before. As I finish I realize we are parked in front of a salon and that I had just thrown up in front of eight old ladies getting their hair done. I gave them a wave as I closed the door and exited out the opposite side of the van. I went back to the house, got the dudes and got the hell out of Omaha!

If The Fucking Wrath was an animal, what would it be?
Easy! A bear that blows fire!

Your new full-length, Valley of the Serpent’s Soul, will be coming out any day now. What can listeners expect from this record?
It’s longer, harder, heavier, and faster than anything you’ve heard from us in the past. We took some time with the songwriting and recording. We are real happy with the end result.

Tags: doom, metal, punk, Stoner, The Fucking Wrath