Birth, death, and resurrection. Ups and downs of phases, from hippies to warheads. A black trenchcoat-wearing gang of cultural preservationists and tradition terror

It was all started in 2015 by two college students who had nothing to prove. No talent. No fucking achievements. Nothing.

"BROTO is your grandpa's name? Cool dude, me too. Let's make a fucking band out of it without being a sibling"

At that time they were just jamming in a lame little studio where the carpets are smells like toe, watching other bands' gigs; exchanging collections like cassettes, CDs, vinyls, or even bootlegs and cheap fucking mixtapes. No, your stupid Spotify is not available yet at that time. You need to buy the real copies to hear music.

"Seems to be no fucking progress here. We need new personnel"

...and in 2016 they added another two guys, two fucking times. With three guys in and out, they needed one more guy to fill the void

...and they fucking got him. Now the crib of creeps is almost completed, at least for that time of 2017:

Here come THE BROTO.

Their wings are started to spread, which the local stoner-metal scene started to notice their musical existence.

Like it or not, at that point of time, any band who sounded bluesy with extremely idiotic slow tempo and low octave are labeled as "stoners" or "psyche" or whatever junkie fucking genre.

But that was okay, because it fitted the lifestyle at that time anyway.

Then they began to gain followers and listeners. They also have beaten countless stages and tours from Jakarta, Bandung, to Malang and Bali; with its peak in 2018. What a great time.

"I think we need one more guitarist"

...and they simply added one.

Now the fifth set of KARTOADISOEBROTO is already completed.

However their liveliness on stage clashed with their status as students, and the destructive behaviors made one of their personnel almost drop out of campus.

At that moment of time, darkness was the main forces for the creation and led them to no good.

They stopped performing for self-introspection, and decided to have their last gig of 2019 along with Black Horses, Reaksi, and Godplant:

...and then temporary disbanded.

It was also because of educational needs; which separated them from homeland into Germany, Netherlands, and Russia.

They reunited in Indonesia in early 2020, just before the COVID-19 pandemic forced them to remain fucking inactive again as a band.

"Goddamn it"

However in their disappearance from the scene; they become more mature, sober, and dig deeper into their true identity.

Seeking for the real inspirations by contemplating in sacred places and hiking mountains together, rather than just browsing some shits on the internet and adopt it like an edgy fucking teenager.

Their creative process in this hard times are still secretly recorded, with all of their new tracks will be released very soon in the format of FULL LENGTH fucking ALBUM.

With their new identity that is nothing new but an Indonesian culture itself; they try to mix-breed between the oldschool style of heavy metal, regardless of its broad subgenre, and the culture of Nusantara as their love to tracing their ancestral history.

"That's it. No more identity crisis. No more posers. No more hiding behind other nation's culture. No more pretending to be some white fucking rockers. No more mortal worshipping. Proud that our skin is brown, our eyes are slanted, and our hair is black. Fuck your colonial mentality"

The birth of N.W.O.N.H.M.

WELCOME TO THE ONE PERCENT CULT OF NOTHINGNESS, RAIDERFUCKERS!

Nation | Heritage | Tradition

"A black trenchcoat-wearing gang of cultural preservationists and tradition terror, for I am the Bookkeepers"
- Kartoadisoebroto

Written and arranged by: D66MYST6NER

Digital Booklets

[ALBUM SOON:]

1% CULT OF NOTHINGNESS

[Instrumental only]
[Writing is under progress]

WANGSAKERTA

Hi, misfortune of the sea
Living the fear of breed
With different face colors
And raised to see others as heathen
Heresy

We drop you some inks
For you to discipline the art of caring
Each other sixty six pustaka raya raja

Purwa wagya manggala sastra sargah ta
We write the script with sixty seven Kings
To agree that we split
With the same main quest of
Peace, freedom, love
For I am the Bookkeepers

Hi, good fortune of the sea
Living the live of breed
With different face colors
And raised to see others as healer
Of the kins

NWONHM / NATIONALÈ RESISTANCE

Waiting for your arrival
But we never come back
We don't know until when
A lands far from the goodness
Who live there, they are all leeches
What they stand for is grief

Where are you
When nation of yours
Is sick and bleed
No future for us

No turning back
This sea is black
Slay and genocide
Killed by our own child

The breed of ignorance and dwell
Then their frown towards fettle
Scapegoating their face
Pretend, dissembled and fake
Have no mother, have no father
You shame of your roots

Your culture
Our way of life
And our mother's tongue
Believe me our doom

And your parents
Your grand parents
Your great grand parents
Bewitched by all of that foreign's

Don't you forget where you from
Heaven's where you belong

This is ours mother fucker

You shame of your roots
Your culture
Our way of life
And our mother's tongue
Believe me our doom

APOTHECARY HEART

[Writing is under progress]

SABDO PALON

Hail glorious King
Your mortals realm is dooming
Pestilence, death, famine
Foretold in Our Prophecy

Merapi pouring blood
and Krakatau said fuck you
Soot blackened out the sun
Your folks have been this outrageous

Dear Old One

We've warned of this road
In arrogance You ignored
Back Our roots
Salvation still an offer

Glory's in Thy name
but We've seen no prosperity
Dying and agony
And there's more to come
Where is Your God?

... [Writing is under progress]

Hail glorious King
Your mortals realm is dooming
Pestilence, death, famine
Foretold in Our Prophecy

Merapi pouring blood
and Krakatau said fuck you
Soot blackened out the sun
Your folks have been this outrageous

Dear Old One

RAYMOND FUCKING WESTERLING

Don't forget the bastard
Who kill and go
His country, his crime that erased and blow

This is a lesson
Coward needs to know
We fucked up, we tried
And you start the war, again

Fuck the bastard
He's in disguises
He's tricky, his fraud called the Queen of Justice

Try to stop us
You war criminal
You saved yourself by the help of demonic nation

We've torn from inside, his name
Raymond fucking Westerling
Dishonor, disgrace, call him
Raymond fucking Westerling
Massacre and blood, fire across the
Northern
Raymond fucking Westerling
Don't let he makes us ripped apart
Raymond fucking Westerling

... [Writing is under progress]

What you've seen is corrupted
What you've seen is constructed
What you've thinking could be fallacies

All these fragments had been played by poor white creatures from hell
Who never sleeping well
Thinking how much they want to have us

Sopo sing kelangan diparingi
Sopo sing nyolong bakal kelangan
Adigang gung guno
Surodiro jayaningrat
Lebur dening pangastuti
Tetep eling waspodo
Wong golek pephadang kuwi
Biasane akeh sing ngalangi

[PREVIOUS SINGLES:]

DOOM ROCK'N ROLL

Spiritual cosmocentrism is important if we think, then antropocentrism secularism
Human as mortal being of Universe is always have a place like Holy Dagger and its Case

Open eyes and step on the land where is in my pineal gland
Elder Broto come and ask me to walk around
Sight seeing the scenery trip of the weed flower field, mushrooms rain forest, ayahuasca, LSD, river of wine
Once again: the scenery trip of the weed flower field, mushrooms rain forest, ayahuasca, LSD, river of wine
Pilgrimage to the top of psychedelic high mountain
Soundless He teach me about micro, macro, metha-cosmos

Doom rock and roll
Doom rock and roll
Doom rock and roll
Doom and roll

VEREENIGDE OOSTINDISCHE CHAOS

We welcome them well nothing's wrong with shared
They just want to trade, am I right? No you're not
Trapped by the Vereenigde Oostindische chaos

Stealing their homes, raping their horse, just thresholds
Conquer their land, burning their shrine it's legal crime
Find their secrets of wealth in Archipelago

Alright
No, no, no, gold is what they're looking for
Seeking the spices for their sources in disguises
Fucked by the Vereenigde Oostindische chaos

Vereenigde Oostindische chaos
Vereenigde Oostindische chaos
Trapped by the Vereenigde Oostindische chaos

Bloodshed, massacre, it's doom
Body's everywhere, kids and their gloom
Forced to plant what we don't need, and where's my weed?
Justifying cowardice to win the moral wars they lost
Then you call it glory?
What a shame on history

Forced enlightenment for those who already peaceful and prosperous
For those who opposed it it's considered as sins our Gods declared war

RAPE THE TRAITOR

Through a hundred glorious Heroes
Whose corpses eaten by maggots
On the battlefield I am wandering

Alright
Carrying warhammer of riffs
With sithe in my mouth
Suffocated, losing blood and energy
But still despising enemy's crown with our pride

The wall of amplifiers is our last chance to barricade
Recharging some power to battlecry
Poser, hips, trap, electronic, chill
Are just brainwashed manufactured inglorious robotic shits
In the name of Kilmister as we need to kill
A new bright day for us will arise as our pride

Watch you ripped me off

Through a hundred glorious Heroes
Whose corpses eaten by maggots
On the battlefield I am wandering

Alright
Poser, hips, trap, electronic, chill
Are just brainwashed manufactured inglorious robotic shits
In the name of Kilmister as we need to kill
But still despising enemy's crown with our pride

Alright

Rape the traitor or Rocknroll's dead
Rape the traitor or Rocknroll's dead
Kill the traitor or Rocknroll's dead
Rape the traitor and Rocknroll will arise

BATAVIAN FALSE DREAM

A woman is crying at night, her baby's born tomorrow
Mother's late to know why everyone smiles when he was born
I'm happy for your new burden of life, for you to know
People's glad to have new friends in this world to join their sorrows

Tomorrow is another chance to take a vow
As we know, we come this far to breathe

Everything is dusty, blurry and misty in this situation
Hear every intense mockery of your Father's expectations
Dread in our own self-mental prison, hostage in home
No one knew the wolf if they didn't know they're the sheeple, no one

Confusions, doubt to feed our seeds
And living our lives as supposedly we breathe

This dose of promise is a headless crown
Wait the shots of...?
To turn the faith into the gold
Bring back our old
The joy, the laugh, the pieces of hope
Don't break your vow
While we hard to breathe

[EP 2018:]

WEED SPACE HORROR

Kind of fragility
To understand what I see
Vision's rippled, liquid
Can't understand what I mean

How can I smile so widely
Anxiety and lousy
Purple haze makes me drowning
In hollow space that I've never seen

DOOMY BASTARDS

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REPTILIA GALACTICA

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