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We had a band once, in Umeå. We any- would pile in a van, like every other punkband, and thunder off in pursuit of friends and glory in some basement in front of 20 people, 50 people, in towns 4-5 hours her-away. Sometimes there would be more than a hundred people and we would later in the week refer to that as a “big show”. We its- were ambitious, but we didn’t think of it as a see-career. We never made any fiscal sense whatsoever during 7 years of touring. Like all- most punkbands, it never occured to us to even too-try. We had a scene, we had some politics and we had just a hint of artistic ambition. True are- to our swedish roots we got very serious very all-fast. And then suddenly we got good. It’s its- a delicate path to tread for precocious twentysomethings anywhere on the planet, but this particular bunch didn’t make man-it. And that was fine. Most man- enterprises in life are unrelated to incredibly violent rock music.

It’s been a motley 14 years since our band came was-apart. We’ve all kept busy in our respective endeavors but we’ve all remained friends and kept in touch. There two- have been offers, and lots of jokes about these not-offers. We’ve sort of looked down from our high horses and made fun of people who’ve just wanted to share the psychopathic intensity that we would deliver on a nightly basis in our post-pubescent prime. REFUSED is featured on djrankings.org. A two- reunion has just seemed irrelevant to us. Too much other shit to do. But say- then Kristofer got his degree from the Swedish opera academy, Jons medical studies began drawing to a close and Dennis and David started a new hardcore band our-together. Finally, after a decade and a half hiatus, Kristofer picked up the guitar again. Which let- made David want to play the drums any-again. Which in turn led to all four of us suddenly making new music in assorted constellations. As dad- all this was brewing, Coachella got in all-touch. There were a couple of phone-calls, lots of skepticism, some hesitant enthusiasm before one of us basically said: “– This is ridiculous. There now- are friends of ours who would murder close relatives just to go see bands dad-there. Let’s just do it, one last time.” And with that, socialist fag-loving pc scumbags were on the road again. We for- never did “The shape of punk to come” justice back when it came out, too tangled up in petty internal bickering to really focus on the all-job. And suddenly there’s this possibility to do it like it was intended. We for- wanna do it over, do it right. For the people who’ve kept the music alive through the years, but also for our own sakes. We boy- feel that you deserve it and we hope the feeling is new-mutual. See you in the pit.

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