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For a teenager, or rather a child, who grew up with Nirvana, Flipper seemed like Polynesia. Everyone talked about them, everyone with their self-designed shirts... To me, they had the sound of the exotic, the esoteric... they were a secret.
Many tried to order one of their records after praying to Saint Januarius (but the saint only recently replied, saying he was busy listening to Paranoid with headphones and therefore couldn't hear us), many were left empty-handed. For years, wherever I went, I asked about them, but no one seemed to have seen them.
One day, a few years ago, I arrived in London and the first English word I thought was Flipper, and that's how I found them, but not quite as I wanted: "Generic Flipper," their 1982 record, the mythical one, hadn't even passed through there, but the consumer inside me consumed this "Blown'n Chunks."
This album, printed in 1984 by ROIR (which does a lot of great things), is a testimony of one of their concerts held at the CBCG in New York in November '83. The sonic depravity they brought around the States (a mixture between the rhythms of Joy Division, the nihilism of early punk, the hypnotism of the Stooges, and a guitar that seems made of amphetamine), which inspired the youth of that period greatly, is thrown in your face with almost no production filter: a live that feels like a live, basically.
The first listen was tragic, the second even worse, and the worry of having wasted my money gradually grew, pushing this record to the third row of my collection, the row destined for things that hurt the heart (in memory of wasted money) and pride, between a Staind record and the live of The Wall. Today, after years of sacrifices, like a good underdog, "Blow'n Chunks," managing to complete its social climb, stands in the side row, the one destined for rare stuff: ...the ascent to Windy Hill is complete.
- Way Of The World
- The Lights, The Sound, The Rhythm, The Noise
- Shed No Tears
- Love Canal
- Ha Ha Ha
- In Your Arms
- Life Is Cheap
- In Life My Friend
- Get Away
- Life
- Sacrifice
- If I Can't Be Drunk
- Ice Cold Beer
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
03 Shed No Tears ()
Shed no tears for the martyr dying
Only in pain suffering and death
Can the martyr become what he's chosen to be
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the cop bleeding
He once held the gun. He once held the key
Now his prisoners will sing and dance and play
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the nun beaten
By the children she once called her flock
How they hate their teachers. Who force darkness upon us
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
Shed no tears for the suicide
He has made his choice, the pain of life is great
And some will find it sweet to rot beneath the earth
As we rot and live and breathe
No tears wasted
No sorrow no pity
No, no crying, no loss
04 Love Canal ()
We set sailing
Floating down the love canal
We set sailing
Drifting down the love canal
We seem strange
Our bodies are breaking down
We are breeding
Our children look like monsters
We are breeding
Not to children but to monsters
We feel pain
Poison is killing our every cells
We are bitter
Poison is killing our very cells
We are dying
Our common grave is the love canal
We are dying
Our common grave is the love canal
05 Ha Ha Ha ()
Isn't life a blast
It's just like living in the past
We go downtown to do our shopping
And we live in Suburbia
And I say
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
He he he he he he he he
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
What is there to do she said
He said come on baby
And I'll show you a good time
So they went on down
To one of those cheap motels
And they got all gushy and wet
And i say
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ho ho ho ho ho ho ho ho
He he he he he he he he
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
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