This Album is our testimony. A homage to everyone who helped to bring order to our chaos so our journey could take shape and be shared by many, and in our collective way Decolonize the New World (dis)Order. The global chaos coming from governments governing the minds of people. For one day we will teach our children, not what our parents taught us but what we did differently. We wanna thank everyone for the beds, places, stages, spaces and street corners where we could stay and play. We wanna thank our babysitters, captains and fellow crew members that helped guide us loose cannons called the Bucket Boyz. Thanks for showing that all you need is a plan and friends. Bucket Boyz say “;We want you to decolonize the New World (order/dis-orde)”
This album is our way of sharing the adventure we experienced traveling with minimal means and maximum music. Specifically the adventure we had while trying to get across the Atlantic by hitchhiking on a boat from the Canary Islands.
The Story starts in the crazy world of Amsterdam squats. After years of occupying different spaces in this far too expensive city we found a stable community slightly outside the center of town to adopt us.Our home the ADM still harboured some of the old school sexy sauvage spirit once thriving in Amsterdam before the city was sold out to the highest bidder. This legendary microcosmos housed 120 people, loads of dogs, cats, chickens, foxes, birds, endangered species. But mostly a space to unleash dreams and creating. Tragically this utopia was evicted in 2019 by a city that claims to stand up for its Alternative culture. Still the spirit lives on! Viva ADM!
We wrote a brief history of Amsterdam in the song Amsterdam to remind all of us that Amsterdam is a city where people act real tough but it ain’t nothing but a swamp. After smuggling ourselves into the Smugglers Festival in England by sailing on a small boat across the channel the previous year. We realised no body of water could separate us from our friends and family no matter where in the world. So….
In 2012 we decided we would cross the Atlantic in a small sailboat to visit our friends (Heroes) in the south-westeren hemisphere; this would leave a massive imprint on us and as small as possible of a “carbon footprint” or whatever you call not polluting nowadays.  On our way to the south of Spain where we would hopefully find a boat. We visited many of our heroes’ and other homies’ habitats on the way. This empowered us and gave a great feeling of inspiration and solidarity!
Our heroes’ and homies’ world parallels our strife and ideals, searching for an alternative to survive in this world. A world that is ever more being manipulated by expressing everything in monetary value instead of its actual value that is sustainable and can be passed on. The song ‘We want you’ is written for all of the beautiful beings we have met. Regardless of the tough choices and hardships we suffer to give our lives meaning beyond material and financial gain, WE still want you more then, THEY could ever want you. And love you more than they can like you… and share with you more than they can share you!!!! For we are all needed (Wanted) to make these things happen!! We went to the Hambacher Forest occupation, where comrades had built tree houses and action camps in an ancient forest to block its deforestation. The large coal mining company RWE was thrashing its way to the brown coal under the surface at the cost of this ancient old forest
and the villages surrounding it. The only way to stop this destructive madness was to occupy, block, dig and sabotage. This inspired the song ‘Holy death hole’. Hambi Bleibt!
We made our way down to the Canary Islands via the street corners, free spaces, and other venues of Belgium, France, Euskadi, Galicia, Portugal and Andalusia . There in Las Palmas, thanks to our local friends, we could play in the sailor bars and on the streets until we seduced a Russian couple (or They seduced us…?) to take us to ’Brazil!’ Or maybe we ”hoped”, because they didn’t speak a word of any other language than Russian, which we three can’t speak a word of. We
departed the Canary Islands on New Years Eve. The shots of vodka and shots of fireworks  faded out with each wider and deeper wave as we sailed towards the total silence and serenity of falling and shooting stars above. Beneath us the algae was glowing, and the occasional welcoming disruption of a dolphin family who found us as interesting as we them. We thought to play a song for these fascinating creatures but the moment we struck the first chord on the banjo they were only to be seen far in the distance. This is where the song ‘Dolphins don’t like banjos’ came from: the oceans’ connection between the folkloric Galician melodies  and mysticism Capo Verdean rhythms African winds storms and tranquility. While on this 13-meter small sailboat we realised we were following the shameful footsteps of the filthy disease and illness-bringing Europeans, who with their guns and steel, systematically killed or enslaved; the majority of the indigenous  population of the colonial times. But this was not our mission, we came to ‘decolonize!’  the mess that THEY put us in. T.H.E.Y. being: The Hierarchy Enslaving You. Our epic journey over the Atlantic on our little boat took 36 Days. When we finallyarrive d in Belem, Para, Brazil. Here we were welcomed by the generous, fertile?, colorful and hospitable arms of the Brazilian Anarchists,
Squatters, Anti-fascists, DIY Punks in shorts and flip flops, our heroes and family!!! While we travelled through Brazil, Uruguay, Argentina, Chile, Bolivia and Peru the destructive influence of the Catholic church on this part of the world was confirmed yet again. While the friends we made were trying to rediscover the culture that had been trampled on by the colonialists we passed mega church after mega church. And oddly also had chances to play death metal, what some would call, ‘the devil’s music’, in some churches as well, being, the only place in some small towns, for the youth to organize something. A very strange, funny but interesting contrast. Thus we decided to put our rendition of ‘Blood of the lamb’ on the album. While on one of our many exciting episodes we encountered a small television that had harnessed all the locals in its bright glare. It was placed
in a small straw hut in the middle of what we could only describe as the Garden of Eden. While a world of abundance, natural beauty and earthly richness lay around them. Locals were preoccupied by reality tv programs, soap series and coca cola commercials. All things engineered by big Money to take one’s attention with promises of fake happiness and (empty?) completeness, when paradise was all round the television and the ones watching. Just not on the screen. This was the inspiration to write ‘Shining bright light’ From that oracle in the jungle we travelled further south. Pedro together with the Brazilian DIY anarcho tropical punk network hooked us up with shows along the way. Until we got to Montevideo, Uruguay where our new babysitter Pablo greeted us with Maté and Candomblé. Tango Bluetrash madness. Then through Buenos Aires to Santiago, Chile where we achieved our comical goal which started the tour: a slumber party with Keko Yoma. And further south we went to the most southern point we’ve ever been. Playing
with Inti-Illimani the legendary protest folk protest group in Concepción. All the riches we had gathered on this tour we invested in renting a bus, a generator and a backline and drove as high
into the Andes Mountains as possible. There the intergalactic cleaning ladies Zibabu landed and played a concert for Pacha Mama and the ghost gauchos. Our sounds echoed into the distance confirming; ‘We are shitting on top of the world.’ This journey became the inspiration for this album. A journey through music to decolonise.