We are proud to announce the latest member of Cynical Annihilation, SEVEN CYNS.

He will be joining SNAKE DEMARTINO in unleashing his own brand of intoxicating guitar ejaculations. Seven Cyns was one of the original members of Cynical Annihilation but later went on to play successfully with several other bands. Including Harzagadda, Audio Insanity, Audio Breakout, XBred, Ridge and Ink.

Well known for his impressive fretwork, melodious phrasing and "cynful" nature he is the perfect addition to our line up. The unholy stringed trinity of Snake Demartino, Caine and Seven Cyns. 

We welcome him back with open arms and look forward to his debut gig with us later in the year.

Your Sinister Minister,

Acid

  In this day and age it seems that anybody who is somebody will try to campaign for some form of conservation or another. Be it water, fossil fuels, trees, electricity etc… So not wanting to be left out I’ve decided to speak up about a resource that some of us have been neglectfully wasting. PEOPLE.

  How is it we are wasting people you ask? Well it is something that has been happening for a long time and has increased greatly in recent years. It is known by many names around the world. Gay, homo, poofter, bi, bugger, bug chaser, fag, queen, camp, fluffer, friend of Dorothy, queer, bum boy, bender, dilly boy, duchess, faggot, fairy, faygeleh, inspector of manholes, knob polisher, rimadonna, ac/dc,  lez, butch, sodomite, three legged beaver, vegetarian, dyke, bluff, dutch girl, flat fuck and  rug muncher just to mention a few.

  From a guys perspective two girls having sex on film is fine but in reality it’s a fucking terrible waste of pussy. And ladies I’m sure you would feel the same way about cock. Put it scientifically, the cock and pussy are anatomically designed for each other like hand and glove or nut and bolt. So why fuck up the system and try to tighten two nuts?

  For the record I would like to say that I am most definitely not a homophobe. As a matter of fact I don’t like that term because it suggests that I have a fear of gay people, which I don’t. I just personally feel that it’s unnatural and a complete waste.

  At this point there are probably some of you reading who are furious at me for writing this article. If you do feel like that in any way you are probably gay, have gay thoughts or are ashamed to admit that you are gay. But at the end of the day it doesn’t matter what I think; go do what makes you happy. I’m just having my say.

  So in closing I would like to say, guys a cunt is better than an asshole any day cause when the asshole cums you’ll get covered in shit.  And ladies a dildo no matter how expensive and highly powered are never a replacement for a cock.

You’re concerned citizen,

Acid.

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  For this first article that I am posting I have decided to be a little lazy and do as little writing as possible. Therefore, I have pulled out an old piece that I wrote while I was serving my sentence in the form of national service.

  There was an essay writing competition put up by my officer, probably due to a lack of real work and the fact that she needed to look busy. The competition was open to all NS men and it was to be entitled “My National Service Story”. I for one did not give a fuck enough to put my thoughts on paper and ironically found myself in charge of collecting the submissions. Seeing how I had not much else to do, I decided to read the submissions and see whether anybody had the balls to speak freely about the futility of NS and all its ridiculous military shenanigans. What I found were the most curry favored, sugar coated, ass licking, and cock sucking essays of all time. Waxing lyrical about the wonders of the military and how it had made them men.

  So I decided Bollucks to that, I’ll show them a REAL essay. Needless to say I didn’t win the competition. First prize went to some wanker who had his head so far up the officer’s ass that you couldn’t tell where he ended and she began. But in the eyes of my mates my version was the true champion.

Below is the unedited story in all its glory. Enjoy!

“My National Service Story”

As a huge fan of the Bohemian culture I greatly valued expressionism and freedom of speech. Therefore, the forbearing gloom of enlistment was like a splinter in my flesh constantly reminding me of the deplorable events that would follow. This is a tale of oppression, the loss of expression and the learning of appreciation.   

I arrived at the Jalan Bahar Basic Recruit Training Centre that fateful morning with the full wrath of the sun upon me. Oh how it mercilessly scorched our flesh and whispered in our minds the torment that awaited us. The stripping of our identity began with the shaving of our heads. One by one we lost the hair which we called dear. It was a loss of security for some but for most it was a loss of originality that made us who we were. This was a ritual common among the Neo-Nazi movement and from this I knew that things would only get worse. I looked around and saw many forlorn faces that mirrored my own. We were one in our misery now and from the glances exchanged, bonds essential to our well being were formed.

We arose early the next morning while the sun still slumbered and in our state of delirium and confusion we wandered around till we were jolted to life by a banshee howl. The owner of the powerful larynx was our instructor who immediately achieved discipline with a speech which was an amalgam of ferocity, apathy, and profanities. A new order was established and it was made clear where we stood in the hierarchy. This as we were told was the beginning of the long process to make us a man.

Despite the iron rule of our superiors, many of us still found it very hard to suppress the mischief within us straining to break free. Rebels with the same cause we grew closer while getting in and out of trouble together. Our collective crimes included sneaking away during area cleaning to get some shut eye, feigning illnesses to evade training and using cloak of night to steal away to the canteen to abscond back to the bunk with food. “Lights out” was another rule which many of us could not abide by. This dictated that all the lights had to be off by 10pm and we were to be in the land of nod. For a group of young men who were used to a nocturnal lifestyle this was a very tall order. A solution was needed and the innovative minds in our bunk were quick to devise one. Using primitive tools such as brooms and chairs, a contraption with the precision of a Swiss watch was created. This clever device was placed at the entrance of our room and when someone came in it would fall and make a loud noise. This provided us with a warning to scramble to bed and off the lights before our superior entered the room.

In our own unorthodox ways we learnt team work and made good friends in the process.

Meal times were always lusted after and we would spend most of our day wondering what manner of meat, poultry or fish the canteen would be serving. This was a truly welcomed and pleasant surprise as we had been under the impression that NS food was inedible, needless to say we were glad to be proven wrong.

Our Basic Training soon came to an end and we parted ways with our bunk mates as we were assigned our different vocations.

The next chapter of my NS life was attending the clerk course. This was by far the best part of NS. We sat in an air-conditioned room all day and had lessons on computer applications. Though not terribly exciting it was considered a dream vocation by NS standards. Hours were spent learning how to do power point presentations and type word documents all of which were alien to me. Prior to the course the only computer applications I used were for chatting and surfing the net but I soon caught on and picked up the new skills. Once we had a better mastery of the skills we found other ways to amuse ourselves with the software. Power point was used to create cartoons of planes firing missiles and cars crashing into each other, while Word showed us how to translate English into Spanish and French words. Like I said this was the best phase of my NS life.

Of course if all were well and peachy it wouldn’t be NS, so with the joy there also came some strife. Our problems came in the form of cook-house food. The Civil Defence Academy was one of the few camps in Singapore which at that time still lacked catered food. This meant our meals were prepared by NSFs who like us did not take much interest in what they were doing. One can only imagine what that sort of food that kind of attitude would produce. Rice came in huge hard or soft lumps, depending which part of the pot you were served from. The vegetables were a soggy clump and the nuggets fried so dry and hard that they made loud tinkling sounds as they struck the metal trays. Despite the derelict nature of the food, we had been trained well enough to know that we had to either eat it or starve. No longer were we the spoilt picky children we enlisted as, we were now hard men who could shove any manner of grub down our throats without so much as flinching. I suppose this was what was meant when we were told they would make men out of us.

The clerk course lasted for a short 10 days, after which I was posted to Civil Defence Headquarters where I was to spend the rest of my service. The first thing that concerned me was the fact that my home and the Headquarters were on opposite ends of the country. I shuddered at the thought of long and grueling expedition to camp only to repeat it the next day for the next 2 years! I guess this was just another of my man-molding process. I was fortunate to be in a department where my workload was seasonal throughout the year. Some months I would be doing overtime to complete assignments while others I spent reading novels and magazines. Thus, time at headquarters flew by faster than I anticipated, much to the delight of all the other NSFs and myself.

As I write this now I am into the last 3 months of my service, which I have been told are the slowest to pass. All the same I am still grateful to finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. NS did not make me more of a man but it most certainly has taught me a greater appreciation for things and people around me. Therefore, in retrospect it has been a beneficial event in my life but not one I want to do again anytime soon. Right now I’m just holding on for the last part of the ride and awaiting my turn to utter the 3 most sacred and coveted words for all NSF, ORD!

Your Soldier of fortune,

Acid.

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  Welcome to the home of Cynical Annihilation the meeting place for fans, friends, followers, worshippers and the occasional online pervert.

  We have re-united after a long break and are working towards our first live performance in over 4 years. At the moment we are finding it both daunting and thrilling at the same time. It's kind of like a man who hasn't had sex in years and is suddenly faced with the task of shooting a porno. Strange analogy I agree, but we aren't your average run of the mill band. We have always been known to say what’s on our mind and these articles shall be no different. In fact I will be personally posting weekly articles to give you band updates and to share whatever I want. I must warn you though, I am not a professional writer and I often digress as I am sure I have done so already. But I can guarantee unedited and uncensored honesty with a generous splash of humor.

  Why am I doing this you ask? Well having lived in Australia for the last few years I have fully embraced the freedom of speech we have here. The media is not bound by ridiculous laws that forbid them sharing a wide range of views from religion to politics and everything in between. Hmmm... Come to think of it religion and politics aren't that far apart, but that’s a topic for another time.

  Granted this freedom an artist of any manifestation may truly create great works. Therefore, having seen and experienced this freedom I shall expose it and parts of myself to the little island of Singapore.

Although Singapore proclaims herself a democratic nation it is in reality ruled as a monarchy with some inspiration drawn from communism. So this space will be a place to escape that reality and openly share our thoughts. No doubt this will bring about some controversy and possibly irritate "Grand Master Lee" but surely Singapore could use some to liven it up.

  But enough gibber, enough jabber and as they say: “On with the show!”

Your high priest of controversy,

Acid.

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Cynical Annihilation (CA) first hit the local scene in late 2003 consisting of Acid on rhythm Guitar and vocals, Snake on backing vocals and lead Guitar, Caine on backing vocals and Bass and Dr. Kill-Drums on Drums.

They were immediately set apart from the other bands with their fully-formed and multi-faceted sound; a cunning amalgam of Heavy metal, Glam rock and Progressive rock. Within several months of playing the local circuit they firmly established themselves as one of the top metal bands in Singapore, earning praise from the veteran bands for their complex technical arrangements and their adrenaline pumping live shows.

The band’s confidence shone in all their live performances, even when playing at gigs out of their genre they won the audience over with their melodic lines and showmanship. Front man Acid has caused quite a stir in the local scene with his honest and often blunt opinions as well as controversial onstage antics. However, this was exactly what the controversy-starved music press in Singapore needed to revive the rebellion of the heyday of Glam rock. Snake and Caine on the other hand have been shocking the masses with their wicked technical playing and uncanny ability to make it look effortless during live performances. This has earned them the reputation of being arrogant and flashy. Fortunately, this devil may care attitude coupled with excellently written songs have made them appeal more to the fans.

The band completed their debut opus “Pandora’s Box” in late 2005. The resulting record was diverse and sonically precise due to the vast array of musical styles and creative input. Focal studios were chosen to christen this epic masterpiece. With their team of dedicated staff the band was been able to put their ambitious musical vision down on record. However, due to a lack of funding the band was unable to release the album and it was put away for safe keeping next to their immense porn collection.

After the Recording of “Pandora’s Box” Dr. Kill-Drums left the band due to commitment problems and was replaced by Raum, a drummer with a fierce dedication and immense talent.

The band continued to successfully play the local circuit until mid 2006 when Acid immigrated to Australia.

3 long years passed and the great vision of Cynical Annihilation slumbered but didn’t die.

 2009 will see the band return with new members and a new musical style ready to reclaim their place as rock royalty in Singapore and gain new grounds.

So ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages the wait is over. Singapore’s most notorious sons of rock have returned.