Man's Hate

About

Man's Hate. A Peterborough punk assault. 1984 to 1989. Seven tapes, seven punches to the gut. Andi Xport led the charge against complacency, shunning polished production for raw, unfiltered energy. Political venom dripped from every lyric, every chord. The cassette was their weapon of choice, scattering DIY manifestos across the underground. "Turning Pleasantly Numb" saw them evolve, but never soften. "Raiders Of The Stolen Hearts" crashed onto the scene with a ferocity that still echoes. They never played to the mainstream. Animal rights, political fury — these were their battle cries. Their sound? A sonic Molotov cocktail. In the local scene, they didn't just participate; they influenced, they incited. In a world of gloss, Man's Hate remained unrelenting. A blistering chronicle of defiance etched onto magnetic tape.