HOUDINI is the brainchild of Erik Houdini and a faceless army of working class—writers, artists, musicians, researchers, scientists, producers, first responders, film makers, journalists, clerks, taggers, goths, 'reformed' felons, juggalos, janitors, freaks, radicals, truckers, addicts, activists, schemers, plotters, connivers, psychonauts, conspirators, swashbucklers, dastardly dudes, femme fatales, them fatales— and whoever else decided that today was the day we start giving a shit about each other.

Well over half a million total visitors. The big dogs of the underground. HOUDINI exists to reclaim counterculture from the branded dead. Anti-corpo, broke as fuck, grindset bros who read Marx. Hustlers who respect their own, living theory without reading it, tired of being ground into soylent by the powers that be. Chaos magicians who dog-ear Kropotkin. Real, human, DIY, underground counterculture.

We are the spearpoint rupturing sellout culture. We are the hauntological remains of communities long-lost.

We publish what the corpos won't touch: hard-hitting essays, dirt-under-the-nails journalism, political polemics, experimental zines, art galleries, underground music, and oddball video games. From sub-cultural history to anti-capitalist breakdowns, DIY scenes to psychic warfare.

We are HOUDINI. And we're making the miracle escape from a commodified culture: one beat, one zine, one essay, one frontman ranting about imperialism at a basement beat down show at a time.

We believe a true counterculture, should it be forged, must be anti-capitalist. It must be anti-algorithmic. We must break through the prison walls of capital's psychic warfare on our souls and into a new era.

This is the miracle escape.

This is HOUDINI—a new counterculture in a land of cowards.

Remember: No doomers. Uplift. Struggle.