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Rating: Nostalgia, in my opinion, is the feeling that makes you live worse. It alienates you, estranges you completely from reality, and often ends up becoming unbearable. Raise your hand if you've never thought about throwing out of the subway window a groaning old man who keeps repeating: << In my day... kids today... blah blah blah...>>. Those who say that when He was around the trains ran on time should be tortured directly, as only Mr. Blondie knows how. Nostalgia is a pain in the ass, but nowadays, where life is rushed, where everything must be beautiful and clean, where a communist is necessarily a reactionary, it is absolutely inevitable; and what's even sadder is being nostalgic for something not truly experienced... in this, I am a champion. No one beats me.
Many now believe that today's music, regardless of genre, is bland or almost nothing. A friend of mine says it's a physiological thing because, for historical evaluation, things need to be cataloged and judged with a certain emotional and temporal detachment. For me, it's gross nonsense. Today's music, more than for the work itself, is crap due to the format issue. Now there's eighty minutes available on a CD, and any label demands at least fifty, meaning a double vinyl, a "Zen Arcade," a "Double Nickel On The Dime"... basically, they demand an overhuman work.
Victim of modernity [or rather post-modernity (post always sounds very intellectual)], besides the man, is the EP, the best medium for miniaturized hardcore songs.
The Descendents, before creating their masterpiece ("Milo Goes To College"), so useful for the qualitatively underground American "punk-rock" (note the quotes, please) bands in the 90s, published, in 1981, this EP: "Fat" (later expanded to Bonus Fat).
There are eight songs in just six minutes and they are pure hardcore, so no relevant verses or choruses, zero solos, zero of everything, and if you have nothing to say, you stay home without calling so-and-so to produce, such-and-such to hold the guitar and what's-his-name to press the distortion. Their melodic vein, science fiction for the hardcore of the time, is not yet present in this EP. If you want to show off, you might say that they weren't a mature band yet, but who cares. The Descendents were a group of super nerds and they were people without mohawks or piercings (Milo, the singer, left the group to return to university. After getting a Ph.D. in biochemistry, he's now a researcher).
In short, hardcore was purely passion, anger, unawareness, honesty, and adolescence... which is everything I am nostalgic for.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 My Dad Sucks (00:37)
Judgment time again, who's on the shit list this time around
Whose friends can we pick and tell them how to live
Value judgment hide, it's a-comin' our way
He's just a jerk himself, tryin' to earn his own
He goes to the bar to get his girl
But the rich he's got ain't what it's worth
Says he needs his little sexual push
Says two in the hand's worth one in the bush
Because he's just a pain in the ass
He's a thorn in my side
Why can't he leave me alone?
Instead of running my life?
02 Mr. Bass (02:06)
Mr. Bass lies waiting in his kelpy room
Waiting, til comes doom
He comes and them he goes
He sees Orca and then he knows
And I can see Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
I can feel Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
I can taste Mr. Bass, he's on my wall
I can smell Mr. Bass tomorrow
We finished the island with a broken motor
We went knockin' on the bass' door
They were biting at alarming rate
Mr. Bass he was irate
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy boy must keep eating
Old Pat he must be burning
Looks like his stomach's turning
He feeds on the centipedes
He lies behind in a greenish hue
He'll eat whatever, he'll even eat you
Mr. Bass, he knows my hook
'Cause I've been reading them bassin' books
Mr. Bass takes a beating
Billy boy must keep eating
Old Pat he must be burning
Looks like his stomach's turning
He feeds on the centipedes
03 I Like Food (00:17)
I like food! Food tastes good!
I like food! Food tastes good!
Juicy burgers, greasy fries,
Turkey legs and raw fish eyes
Teenage girls, with ketchup too!
Get out of my way, or I'll eat you
I like food, food tastes good!
I like food, food tastes good!
I'm going to turn dining back into eating
I like food! Food tastes good!
I like food! Food tastes good!
04 Hey Hey (01:33)
Hey hey what do you say?
About our state of affairs
Hey hey what do you know?
Are you ready to go?
Go! Go! Go! Go!
If you think that everything's ok
then go on home and lock your brain away
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Ready!
Hey hey what do you say?
About our state of affairs
Hey hey what are you for?
Are you ready for war?
Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!
Now's the time to defend
your worthless life!
Are you going to kill, or be liked?
Are you ready? Are you ready?
Are you ready? Ready! To die?
06 Global Probing (01:07)
It takes a long time to get what you want
No matter how hard you try , it just won't come
But you keep on tryin', and you don't give up
and it's really silly, and it's all in vain
and if you don't stop you're going to go insane
cause it takes a long time to get what you want
no matter how hard you try, it just won't come
But you keep on tryin', and you don't give up
and it's really silly, and it's all in vain, and
You could be doing other things
You could be doing what you want, but you
keep on tryin' and you don't give up
and it's really silly, and it's
all in vain and if you don't stop
you're going to go insane
It's all in vain and if you don't stop
you're going to go insane
Insane! Insane! Insane! Insane!
It's all in vain, and if you don't stop
you're going to go insane
knew you would
She don't need no one
And she don't need me
07 Ride the Wild (02:30)
Well you've messed around with all my friends
and everyone you've seen
You know you're tryin' to ride the wild
when you mess around with me
And all my friends tell me they see
you out on the town
And they all look down upon you with some
pity and a frown
Bankshot baby, saw through your eyes
See ya' run around with a thousand other guys
tell them all your newly thought up lies
you don't want to be wanted by someone else new
if you can't show some love for me then
I don't want to see you
Girl you got me runnin', why can't you see?
Lately when I wake up it's on the wrong side of the bed
and I know your voice distinctly, it reverberates my head
And all my friends tell me they see you out on the town
they see you're tryin' to ride the wild, but
the word's been passed around
Ride the wild baby, you like to ride all night
Ride the wild baby, I'm sure you're not so tight
come on baby, give me a try
you don't want to be wanted, by someone else new
if you can't trust a liar, then I don't want to trust you
Girl you got me runnin', why can't you see?
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