About the Band

Hollow Theory is a sonic experiment from writer and creative provocateur Adam Drake. Born from equal parts frustration and hope, the project fuses raw political fire with heavy riffs and lyrical urgency. It’s not just a band—it’s a reaction. A protest. A megaphone for those who still believe art can push back against ignorance, apathy, and hate. What started as late-night sessions in a basement turned into a movement of resistance, resilience, and rhythm.

About Resist

Resist is Hollow Theory’s raw, unflinching protest album—an explosive collection of tracks forged in the fire of a divided America. Born from outrage and purpose, these songs rail against the toxic brew of hate, fear, and disinformation stirred up by the Trump administration, Fox News, and the MAGA cult they enabled. It’s not just resistance—it’s defiance.

With gut-punch riffs, battle-cry vocals, and a righteous fury that refuses to be silenced, Resist calls out the liars, the grifters, the cowards hiding behind flags and fake faith. It’s for the silenced, the scapegoated, the ones who still believe in justice, truth, and a better tomorrow.

Turn it up. Tear it down. Resist.

About Chavez Ravine

This blistering two-track EP punches through the silence with revolutionary force. The title track, Chavez Ravine, is a rage-fueled indictment of systemic displacement—blending the historical erasure of a Mexican-American community in 1950s Los Angeles with the modern-day militarization of the city. Fueled by guitar riffs like burning buildings and vocals that spit fire, it tears down the myth of progress to expose the cost paid in blood and memory.

Whimper flips the tempo but deepens the wound—a slow, menacing track that draws from T.S. Eliot’s The Hollow Men and mutates it into a haunted meditation on the end of empires. Where Chavez Ravine screams, Whimper seethes. It's a dirge for a democracy unraveling—not with a bang, but with surveillance vans, executive orders, and voices going unheard.

Together, these tracks form a brutal, poetic call to arms.
No kings. No gods. Just the common man against the tyrants.