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This album is fun. This album puts you in a good mood. This album is a joke. This album is the last with Joe Belladonna.
Year 1991. As the liner notes well state, this album was not a new album with new songs but rather a collection of b-sides, live performances, and rare and hard-to-find tracks released to satisfy fans' demands for some hard-to-find tracks. So, here's the idea of compiling them into one album, which, given its 44-minute duration, I wouldn't call an E.P., as also stated in the liner notes.
The band came from the unconvincing "Persistence of Time" released a year earlier. Now, I don't know if when this collection was released, their relationship with the record label at the time was on the rocks, so the release of this album was to fulfill contracts, as was the case with the live album "The Island Years" released in 1993. Nevertheless, Attack... brings Anthrax back to that "goofy" dimension of Thrash Metal, those who don't take themselves too seriously and play with their image while still being the most serious in lyrics. It can't be denied that in front of Mustaine who was perpetually angry with a sulk, Slayer with their fanatical lyrics, and the four horsemen freshly popular on MTV thanks to the Black Album, Anthrax emerges victorious in terms of simplicity, self-irony, willingness to experiment, and humor.
Well, this album is here to prove all that. The opening Milk (Ode to Billy), where Billy stands for Billy Milano (the singer of S.O.D. and M.O.D., as likable as he is unlikable) is a cover of SOD, a band, a precursor of Crossover ThashCore, born as a side project to Anthrax, featuring the hefty Billy alongside Benante, Ian Scott, and Dan Lilker. Hardcore track with a syncopated ending just like the other SOD cover here Chromatic Death.
If you want to have in your discography one of the first examples of Crossover Metal-Rap, you need to have this album (only here will you find it). It’s the now-legendary Bring The Noise, a PUBLIC ENEMY song orchestrated by Anthrax with violent Thrash outbursts. A small masterpiece that, almost twenty years later, still hits the mark. Similarly, I'm the Man '91 was remade from scratch.
THE rest is a handful of live tracks (Keep it in the Family and Belly of the Beast), a hilarious country song, Startin' up a Posse, a ballad, N.F.B. (Dallabinikufesin), demonstrating how with an acoustic guitar and a few romantic words mixed together, you can make big money (ask some hair metal bands of the time). Other covers like Pipeline by The Chantays, Parasite by Kiss and Sects by the French Trust, as underrated as they are plundered for covers.
In short, a medley without a logical sense, but it has the great merit of entertaining from start to finish, perfect for a nice outdoor pool party, women... okay, a barbecue and some cold beer will also suffice, our friends Anthrax would appreciate it just the same.
Two years later, the New Yorkers will return seriously with the great Bush on vocals and that great (highly underrated) album " Sounds of White Noise", one of the masterpieces of the '90s.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Milk (Ode to Billy) (03:43)
I woke up, can't wait to eat
Got my cereal, boy was I beat
Opened the fridge, and to my dismay
There was no milk, my mother will pay
I want some milk!
My coffee grows cold
I want some milk!
I should've been told
I wish I had some goddamn milk
My Cheerios just ain't the same
I wish I had some goddamn milk
Too bad the milkman never came
I can't go, out to the store
I'll just wait 'till Mommy buys more
I'll just have, wheat thins and beer
If I get sick the toilet is near
04 Startin' Up a Posse (04:13)
Now I'm gonna tell ya a story
A tale of wrong and Right
and freedom is the reason
You can't take it without a fight
So now I'm startin' up a posse
(Suck my dick, suck my dick)
To come and look for you
We're gonna put a stop
To what you want to do
You fucking whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are
You say our records are offensive
(You're a douche, You're a douche)
Our messages ain't right
You say "We're gonna label records
So our kids can grow up right"
You fucking whores (Let them decide)
That's all you are
shit, fuck, satan, death, sex drugs, rape
These seven words you're trying to take
shit, fuck, Satan, death, sex, drugs, rape
Right or wrong it's our choice to make
America the beautiful, Land of the free
Don't change the words to land of Hypocrisy
Now I'm startin' up a posse (Fascist scum, fascist scum)
And we'll damn sure make you see
Something that offends you
May not be offensive to me
You f*cking whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are
Now you might take offense
To a word like "fuck" or "shit" (Dick!)
But you fuckin' don't have the right (Cunt!)
To discriminate me for saying it!
You fuckin' whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are
So now I'm startin' up a posse (Motherfucker, motherfucker)
To fight for freedom of choice
To fight for freedom of speech
We're gonna make you hear our voice
And now I don't do this to shock you
(That's the end, that's the end)
I don't do this for spite
You've got the choice, don't buy it, don't read it,
And don't say your opinion's right
You f*cking whores (You fuckin' whores)
That's all you are (Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunt)
You know you can't censor my feelings
You can't censor my thoughts
Censorship's against
Everything America stands for
You fuckin' whores (Let us decide)
That's all you are (And this ain't sexist, either)
05 Protest and Survive (02:21)
The savage mutilation of the human race
Is set on course
Protest and survive, protest and survive
It's up to us, to change the course
Protest and survive, protest and survive
Protest and survive, protest and survive
08 Parasite (03:16)
She'll always be there trying to grab a hold
She thought she knew me, but she didn't know
That I was sad and wanted her to go
Parasite lady
Parasite eyes
Parasite lady
No need to cry
I didn't wanna have to get away
I told her things I didn't want to say
I need her and I hope she'll understand
Parasite lady
Parasite eyes
Parasite lady
No need to cry
10 Sects (03:07)
Acting like Mo Jo's
Acting like body bagger�s
Let the bells ring
Rejoice and sing
Jim Jones, where did you come from
Jim Jones, Was it for fun
Jim Jones, That's your name
Jim Jones, Style of death
This sects the promised land
Are you ready to all meet God?
Bart�s Killers Holding hands
Do not fight the odds
Try to make 'em sick drink up
Be merry and be dead
Murder
The Zero Hero
Some of them might get sex
together with that boring joke
Mercenaries disciples
with bibles and rifles
In temple of people
To The Book of People
No Poster hanging high
and I do, but I don't ask why
And I do, But I don't ask why
why ah ha,ha,ha,ha
oh lord you Die
13 N.F.B. (Dallabnikufesin) (02:18)
We fell in love at first sight
I can't explain the feelings
When I first saw you
We were so so happy
A lifetime of love sweet honey child
You'll always be mine
But then I played the fool
I never meant to hurt you
Or sleep with all your friends
We reconciled we found ourselves
Our love was meant to be
Oh baby can't you see
You left me standing in the mud
Crying to myself
A heart so full of pain
But we fell in love again
This time forever
True love prevails over all
She got hit by a truck
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