PC Worship is a band, solo project & collective of musicians, trimming steadily on the outskirts of punk, while enlisting methods of new music and free improvisation. Aesthetically the band is uncommitted and explorative, basing the generalized musical direction on artistic expression and the commitment to creative self fulfillment. "PC" is a catalyst for ambiguity, as the acronym evokes futuristic, nihilistic, political, referential or even religious imagery. Much in the same way, the creative output is perpetuated by the limitless possibilities of musical composition, ranging from repetitive single chord minimalism or basic pop song structures to chaotic, translucent, hell-bent free grunge & entire tracks consisting of only manipulated tape or through composed horn sections. The desire for decisive ambiguity and conceptual freedom work to create a unified aesthetic statement that is very definitively, PC Worship.

PC Worship's new album, Social Rust, is meant to fulfill a subconscious dedication to the rock format and the avalanche of unconscious influence you absorb throughout your life; from having parents in bar rock bands throughout childhood to doing live sound for thousands of subjectively varied bands in the basement of the legendary NYC venue, Cake Shop; from going to straight edge hardcore shows in suburban strip malls, before you can drive, to recording new music ensembles playing George Crumb or Morton Feldman; from the institutionalized study of music to the existential realizations bred from spiritual discovery. PC Worship is an outlet for seeing the world as an amalgamation of terrifying, endearing and infinitive experiences, all filtered through the way you learn to live and create. Social Rust is the expressive union of a person born in 1985 & raised through the 90s & 00s, invested in heavy music and exposed to obsessive composition, careful sound manipulation, free wheeling guitar solos and an undying investment in the marriage of free improvisation and the cultural importance of the "song".

"For the past week I've been going deep with the new PC WORSHIP album Social Rust. A fully functioning ecosystem straddling the gates to many musical worlds PC WORSHIP draws one in and immediately delivers alien familiarity bountiful in fragmentary parallels while standing firmly individual. It's this maintained coalescence of the wild and the wonted that makes Social Rust such extraordinary listening. Fundamentally catchy blankets of song bring to mind moments from Polvo, Butthole Surfers, and Neil Young's catalogues remarkably redefined with a Charles Ives-like finesse of texture and experiment. That muscular counterweight is wielded with phenomenal expressivity to both blend and bewilder; the resulting balance becomes paramount in founding the core and expanse of Social Rust's beauty."
- Nick Podgurski, New Firmament

"...reducing Social Rust to one easily-identifiable genre would be missing the point–despite aspects of psychedelia, Social Rust is a beast unto itself."
- Zack Wilks, Impose Magazine

"…they've always seemed to be flitting hesitantly around the edges of rock & roll—unable to commit wholeheartedly to it, but brutally decisive in their use of crashing guitars, screaming feedback and other forms of musical shock and awe. Still, I've always found melody to be the band's greatest secret weapon, and fittingly, they've given us a whole lot of it to chew on…"
- Emilie Friedlander, The Fader

"…it’s the musical equivalent of a dead, stoned stare that you won’t mind locking eyes with."
- Miles Bowe, Stereogum

"…throughout its running time touches on dark post-punk, psychedelic rock, and outsider folk, while still finding some time to keep their noisier roots intact."
- Andrew Sacher, Brooklyn Vegan

- Jenn Pelly, Pitchfork

- The New Yorker

"...the perfect mix of free jazz and grunge (shit, dare i say pop?) melodies, it starts with just noise, segueing into the ripping opener 'odd'. the hits build from there, creating a signature sound. distant vocals, lost in a narcotic haze, pounding, plodding drums, catchy chord melodies and ripping, weird guitar solos that sound like they ended because the person playing them just dropped dead. that bleak psychedelic atmosphere is augmented with oceanic waves of discordant saxophones and plucked and pounded broken sounding pianos."

- Josh Moss, Modern Folk Music of America