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Rating: With the same drive and coldness as men hired at the last minute, fIREHOSE launch into a blitzkrieg made of sketches and hinted, never completed melodies. With circular cohesion, albeit programmatic, they bring to completion the ideal already warmly solidified in the more than closely spaced grooves of the last legacy of the Minutemen, "3 Way Tie (For Last)".
Progressive mentality, like when many understood that you could play Punk Rock, without playing Punk Rock. Compared to the previous (and let's say it) unparalleled sonic experience, the approach tends towards song form, though with all the anti-clichés of the case. Rhythmic hyperboles sometimes born of Jazz, other times saturated with white Funk, John Fogerty-like choral quality and Californian grin. Melodies completed only to be turned upside down. Here lies the strength of the Minutemen’s awareness, only transported into a purely Rock context. Dennes Dale Boon would surely have appreciated it; after all, this was the path already taken. Then it’s a matter of minutes, perhaps moments, and everything disappears. A paradox for those who challenged time and dynamics in such an irreverent way.
What remains is the folklore and magic of one of the most lightning-fast and forward-thinking experiences of the Eighties.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 Chemical Wire (02:43)
I'm the paint on the road
the weight of your load
with the cracked glass ground
fuck it!
an itch in your brain
in the drain shootin' rain
I'm the flame from the train
I've been smeltin' rail
flood from the fire
a hot tub cool
mire
ticket to fly her? NO
then blaze chemical wire
blazin' chemical wire
burn the church from the spire
you fuckin' pay for desire
fire turns your wire
this torch is for hire
turn an ice man a cryer
make your bed a big briar
thorns of chemical wire
you'll be the tread on the tire
sulphur in a deep fryer
grinding on till you're tired
when you'll break down beside her
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