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To describe them, these Archie Bronson Outfit, doesn't really make one eager to listen to them, at least for me. Shrill voice like David Byrne (now a must if you want to make it to the charts), at times wave/post-punk drumming, simple songs whose appeal lies precisely in their repetitiveness.
Yet for some inexplicable reason, I haven’t been able to take them out of the player for a couple of weeks. The more I tell myself that they are nothing new, that the musical references are all too obvious and that in two months they’ll be gathering dust on the shelf, the more I can't wait to finish the review to rush out and buy them.
Call it compulsive consumerism, musical blindness, frustrated wannabe musician, or simply idiocy, but I know that, even if just for a little while, I’ll be happy to own this record. And isn’t taste perhaps a matter of habit? The first time I heard the Stooges they seemed like a bunch of idiots with terrible sounds; after repeated listens they became one of my favorite bands.
A vague nod to the deviant Stooges of "Funhouse" triggered my musical "spider sense" while listening to "Derdang Derdang". The opener "Cherry Lips" emblemizes this feeling, thanks to a sensational free jazz sax finale (borrowed directly from "1970" of the aforementioned Stooges), preceded by a hypnotic progression à la Modern Lovers and decidedly groovy. And the shrill, derivative voice sticks to the piece perfectly.
The same Detroit sound direction is taken in the blazing voodoo-billy "Rituals" and the schizophrenic "Got To Get". Impeccable also are "Dart For My Sweetheart", with its wavering pace and female choirs, or "Dead Funny", cold, twilight post blues that grows until it engulfs a spacey Hammond in the background.
What surprises is the number of good tracks within the album, a rare thing these days. Probably history will not prove me or them right, but in times of space-time compression like in today's industrialized society, the famous fifteen minutes of fame isn't far from formally becoming "History".
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
01 Cherry Lips (04:17)
lovely fingertips on my lips
i don't think i'll get get get it
oh, it's so fun to love someone
try try to get get over it
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
lovely fingertips on my lips
i don't think i'll get get over it
broken fingertips on your hips
i don't think i'll get get get it
all your love is stitched on me
i don't think i'll get get over it
little hooks stuck on my back
ten little tears that make their attack
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
it's so fun to love someone
just try try to get get over it
skeleton pictures play in my mind
i think i'll always miss miss miss it
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
it's so fun to love someone
just try try to get get over it
skeleton pictures play in my mind
i think i'll always miss miss miss it
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
your fat cherry lips
02 Kink (02:43)
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba ba da da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba ba da da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba da da...
Where's your dart gone honey,
it would be good to have your tongue.
And where's your voice gone sonny,
you've got to step up, come on, come.
So pick a casket for me honey
Oh let me be your every dream
I'll even be the love you lost
You won't be so much when I'm mean
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba ba da da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba ba da da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba da da...
Where's your friends gone honey,
it seems they want your company.
Well I could never put you down, down, down
It would be good to have your tongue
And now our time is running
I'll watch you watch me pray from grave
So pick a casket for me honey,
we've still plenty love to pray.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
Oh, oh, ohhh...
Where's you gone to sonny
I'm turning mean and...
Well pick a casket for me honey
it would be good to have your tongue
And if you want to shoot me down, down, down
For there is nothing left to call
There is no one on earth to see
Not through to the fog that's over me.
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba ba da da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da ba ba da da da...
Ba ba da da ba ba da da...Oh... Oh... Oh.
03 Dart for My Sweetheart (04:30)
One is a gun with a dart for my sweetheart.
Two only you can remove such an ache so...
Three let me see what you've got, what you're made of,
what you're not.
Four is sore, just a ripped and bloodied claw.
Dart.
For.
My.
Sweetheart.
Five is a bunching fist that's within me.
Six little stitches thread through my heart.
Seven shining reasons tearing us apart.
Eight lose your hate, it's a game, come on love me
it's your fate.
Dart for my sweetheart.
Dart for my sweetheart.
Nine cold crimes in the night, please forgive me.
Ten are the tears that are frozen on your face.
Eleven I know I'm not your favorite man.
Twelve I'll take you like only I can.
Dart for my sweetheart.
Dart for my sweetheart.
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