Corrupt Australia presents an alternative to the politically correct channels of debate to reveal and scrutinize the skewed structure/design of modern Australian society. We also seek to encourage autonomous Australian culture which is free from the standardizing and overly materialistic clutches of globalisation and which encourages citizens to go further than simply contributing to a quantity over quality mindset and the banal and unsustainable conditions under which we may increase our love for and attainment of material mass.

The Industrial Landscape


A concrete forest, towering pillars of iron and steel in constant motion all working towards the ultimate goal of production. A wasteland where no life occurs but for occasional blades of grass or a tiny creature scurrying across the blackened dirt, and even these are lucky to escape certain death from toxic gases and chemicals polluting the landscape. This is the modern industrial landscape, supposedly the ultimate triumph of man over nature, where all human instincts are put aside for the common goal of mass production.

Being a rather strange child, I gazed on this grim sight with awe and reverence, to me it spoke of power, the ability of man to dominate and control, to bring the natural ecology to its knees for his own ends. All this appealed to me, I desired that power for myself, I wanted to see more of the natural landscape destroyed simply for the sake of complete and utter domination, the impulse to destroy came first. This may seem inhuman to some, but it was little more than typical teenage rebellion. The industrial landscape was aesthetically ugly and had an ominous atmosphere, matching my contrarian ideology, which aimed to violate what I perceived as 'acceptable' standards.

This is also the same reason I was drawn to heavy metal music, in which my taste became increasingly more extreme as I searched for the music that would truly tear down all that was considered 'acceptable' by the modern mentality. Eventually this led me to the Dark Legions Archive, where I began to realise that 'extreme' underground metal was more than simply an anti-society movement, it had another, higher purpose. It didn't only want to destroy, it wanted to create something better. This caused me to rethink my infatuation with the industrial landscape which dominated large parts of my home city. I looked instead to nature, and began to realise that its beauty was infinitely more inspiring, that its harsh extremity was truly opposed to moralistic modernity, while the industrial landscape was simply a manifestation of the ugly truth about humanity; it was dominated by greed and an uncontrollable impulse to manipulate the landscape in a pathetic attempt to satisfy an insatiable hunger. It wasn't a symbol of man's power, but his abdication, his loss of self-discipline, and his ultimate failure.

At this point I became disillusioned with the idea of industrialisation and rejected the landscape as a pointless act of destruction. However, shortly after I started listening to death metal more than the romantic Norwegian black metal bands; I watched Edward Burtynsky's manufactured landscapes. He managed to capture, in an entirely objective fashion, the ugliest and most horrifying images of the industrial landscape around the world. Much like death metal, it forced the perceiver to face a reality they would rather ignore. Most modern people don't want to accept the price that the planet and certain people pay for their comfort, yet both of these art forms presented it in such a way that it became undeniable. I learned to view the industrial landscape in this way, as a symbol of the ugly nature of humanity, and a motivator to work against the modern mentality.

Now as I sit in the Adelaide hills and reflect on my home, looking past the bland and sheltered suburbs to the miles of factories and asphalt, I feel a similar awe at its sheer terror, but now it is accompanied by melancholy, and at times even a creeping dread that may be invoked by the greatest death metal bands. Looking beyond this, beyond the human incursion, I gaze out to the ocean, it seems to stretch on forever, dwarfing the insignificant human settlement, I realise that humanity may have passed the point of no return, but all those who do not accept its current path find hope here, in the endless wonder of the universe beyond ourselves.

By Moses





Think of it all - of the life that is! Study your friends and foes!
Study the past! And answer this: "Are these times better than those?" The life-long quarrel, the paltry spite, the sting of your poisoned pride! No matter who fell it were better to fight as they did when the world was wide.

Boast as you will of your mateship now - crippled and mean and sly - The lines of suspicion on friendship's brow were traced since the days gone by.
There was room in the long, free lines of the van to fight for it side by side -
There was beating-room for the heart of a man in the days when the world was wide.

With its dull, brown days of a-shilling-an-hour the dreary year drags round: Is this the result of Old England's power? - the bourne of the Outward Bound?
Is this the sequel of Westward Ho! - of the days of Whate'er Betide? The heart of the rebel makes answer "No! We'll fight till the world grows wide!"

The world shall yet be a wider world - for the tokens are manifest; East and North shall the wrongs be hurled that followed us South and West. The march of Freedom is North by the Dawn! Follow, whate'er betide! Sons of the Exiles, march! March on! March till the world grows wide!

- Henry Lawson

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