ABOUT

 ABUSED RECORDS was born out of the back alleys of Kuala Lumpur’s underground in the mid‑90s, when music wasn’t polished, and nothing was disposable. The founders were kids trading bootleg cassettes at pasar malam stalls, scribbling band names on tape spines with permanent markers, and photocopying gig flyers until the ink bled.

The name came from the reality of the scene: every record was scarred, every cassette chewed up, every CD scratched — but the sound was alive. ABUSED RECORDS became a badge of honor, a reminder that music wasn’t meant to be pristine. It was meant to be played loud, passed around, and worn down.

By the late 90s, ABUSED RECORDS had turned into a gathering point for misfits, punks, and grunge kids. It wasn’t just a shop — it was a living archive of noise. Flyers from basement gigs lined the walls, demo tapes from forgotten bands piled up in boxes, and vinyl sleeves carried cigarette burns and coffee stains like war medals.

Today, ABUSED RECORDS exists online, but the spirit hasn’t changed. Every item in the catalog carries history: fingerprints, faded covers, and the hiss of time. It’s not about mint condition — it’s about authenticity. Every beat‑up record is proof that noise never dies.