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Rating: After the debut of "Everything you know about silence," a decidedly raw and powerful album, the creature produced by the "Midas king" of that period (when Emocore was for the few...) namely Daryl Palumbo, returns.
Perhaps an overrated band, perhaps underrated, Glassjaw established themselves without bending to the classic rules of the music market by producing, as already mentioned, first a great album containing "Siberian Kiss" (a mix of anger and disappointment encapsulated in a song) and then the natural follow-up, "Worship And Tribute."
Always produced by Ross Robinson, who followed them from RoadRunner to Warner, the album is certainly less direct than the previous one and perhaps lacks spontaneity. Palumbo moderates his voice more, which remains nonetheless emotional and unique. Leaving comparisons aside (...which still must be made for the sake of record-keeping) "Worship And Tribute" opens with a song that could have easily been on the debut album. In fact, "Tip Your Bartender" is pure chaos. The follow-up goes to "Mu Empire" and the big single "Cosmopolitan Bloodloss" with a very "catchy" chorus.
"Pink Roses" (truly beautiful) and the very aggressive "Stuck Pig" are the most powerful tracks of the album, strongly contrasting with two tracks that you would never have expected from Glassjaw. "Ape Dos Mil" (second single), an EMOtive and soft song, and "Must've Run All Day" even less guitar-driven than the other but rich with classy ideas. After about 3 minutes of punk-rock, "Radio Cambodia", the last two songs are truly fantastic. "Trailerpark Jesus" starts off calmly with a voice reminiscent in some ways of the lazier Brandon Boyd from Incubus, then maneuvers between ultra-hard guitars and well-pounded drums. Finally, in "Two Tabs of Mescaline" Palumbo also finds the time to talk about his illness (something he had never done), Crohn's disease.
A little curiosity about the album title is due to its birth: it was created in Palumbo's mind during adolescence, stemming from his passion for Japanese cult films of Godzilla, the true idol of the singer and described in his own words as a life example that helped him grow and mature, ambitious and powerful, just like the music of Glassjaw, ambitious to be able to move and powerful in sound. After only two albums and four years of silence, Glassjaw will return (it is unknown if there will be a new album), they will open for Deftones on their American tour, and hopefully also on the Milan date of Moreno's band.
Maybe one day the star of Glassjaw will shine again in the eyes of those who have loved them, of those who have felt emotions listening to Daryl's simple words, thanks to which the same eyes that saw the five leave the small neighborhood will once again fill with rage and tears, be moved and fall into despair.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Tip Your Bartender (02:59)
Hit it one more,
time for our men in uniform with a price upon their heads.
This is a war.
Sober up.
You call it what you want, the color changes up in the suny
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore.
All my X's live with hexes.
This is why I hang,
myself with jealousy upon a fencepost half mast.
Fashion: War between the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the guilty and the teens
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore.
Oh yea, i would like to die like mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
I'm crying.
I'm crying.
Crying.
Not throwing stones at you anymore.
Your name's in lights and I don't wonder anymore.
Anymore.
Yea, i'd like to, yea id like to die like fucking mice do.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
I'm crying in the beer of a drunk man.
Fashion.
Fashion.
Buy it.
Load it.
Shoot it.
02 Mu Empire (03:50)
Mr. Shiver, I'm glad you sent a line.
Euphoria's endearing.
But it's cold, so we might as well retire,
To the drawer where all used things resign.
Mr. Shiver in the river
You were sold.
You were told.
I do, if we make it over the mountain.
Dressed in leather, with ball-involved attire;
The most ironic place to be is easy, yeah.
Between my finger and the blade, right before I let the used resign.
Mr. Shiver in the river
You were sold.
You were told.
I do, if we make it over the mountain.
You might lose the one you chose.
You might lose who won you.
Times ten.
03 Cosmopolitan Bloodloss (03:09)
Many ways
Many days
Many faces down the line
When people whisper it makes her nervous
Its you from the airport
Addressing most littlest
In several days I just might prove worth it
So after all, after all
They let you decide
After all, after all
They let you decide
Anyways
Anyway
Walk the wire, wonder why
When people whisper it makes her nervous
And its you from the airport
Addressing most littlest
Several days too late to unearth it
So after all, after all
They let you decide
After all, after all
They let you decide
We are the most impassioned ugly people
Ugly people
Ugly people, say.
So after all, after all
They let you decide
After all, after all
They let you decide
04 Ape Dos Mil (05:08)
Yeah, it's over,
You can bet admit it's over I will still be ranting 'bout most early May.
Yeah, he's a winner,
He's a goddamn sinner,
While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day.
And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after"
You're the reason i cannot forget this season
Or the letter when you first referred to it.
And I said...
It's all calypso,
But it's not easy to know.
You walk around with your shoulders down, frowning,
It's not easy to know.
Yeah, it's over,
You can bet when mid-October ends
I'll still be ranting 'bout most early May.
So yeah, he's a winner,
He's a goddamn sinner,
While he dines I'm on the wrong side of the day.
And I said, "I don't understand why I'm fumbling after"
Yeah, you're the reason I cannot forget this season
Or the lesson how an ape shall not kill ape.
And I said...
It's all calypso,
But it's not easy to know.
You walk around with your shoulders down, frowning,
It's not easy to know.
It's just a tango,
But it's not easy to choke.
I walk around with my horns down now,
But it's not easy to know.
And I,
I'm going under.
You can't trust a man who's a governor,
Ape can't trust man.
You can't trust a man with a gun at all,
Ape can't trust man.
You can't trust man.
It's all calypso,
But it's not easy to know.
You walk around with your shoulders down, frowning,
It's not easy to know.
It's just a tango,
But it's not easy to choke.
I walk around with my horns down now,
But it's not easy to show.
How could you heal if you don't ease back the blame?
Knowing you're right, won't you heal?
05 Pink Roses (03:00)
You like to carry my heart in a bag that's broken.
You're asking me when do I stop?
When the bottle's empty.
Blacker then my father's soul, drunk enough to raise us all.
Pink Roses.
Nomad.
Drowning rat.
Black.
Black.
So black you can't even grasp the fact.
Blacker than a begger's soul, rich enough to raise us all.
Lead with your need as God decends.
Cold in the ground.
What gets me this down?
The smell of magnesium, the smile of a clown.
I wanna clench you, stab you, fucking waste, film you
06 Must've Run All Day (05:02)
If it makes you, it takes you I don't want to
If it makes you, scared in the bare anyway
If it makes you, I don't want to see your face when you feel not alive
You're lying in bed, with the pride of a lion
You are there, you are there?
You're shrewd enough to be underlined
You are there, you are there?
A world premiere.
If it makes you, it takes you I don't want to
If it makes you, stare in the bare anyway
If its the last thing you do...
If its the last thing you do...
If its the last thing you do,
Plagerize.
You're lying in bed, with the pride of a lion
You are there, you are there?
If your shrewd enough to be underlined
You are there, You are there?
A world premiere.
You're lying in bed, with the pride of lion
Are you there? are you there?
You're shrewd enough to be underlined
You are there, you are there?
Mother said to me, "Take my advice please".
And stand for one second up off your knees.
We are not the competition
But we strive, we strive, to be number one.
07 Stuck Pig (03:28)
Lay down this latrine in nailbomb,
In the city of Molotov,
In the province of gun,
In a whole off the highway
In the land of two suns.
Sometimes I get pissed
When
My blow goes like a quickie in the snow
But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
The seed of a bastard.
Alone in the sun for sticking it in too long.
On the feet of a dragon.
Some nights the wind pipe's covered in dope.
I pray it be covered in a rope.
Me, me, me.
Grief, grief, grief.
Beat the heat.
[x2]
But I'm sure I'll go down inside.
I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long
The seed of a bastard.
Grunt fuck.
Grin fuck.
Push her in the snow fuck!
The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb.
08 Radio Cambodia (03:01)
i'm not impressed, I guess i'm not impressed
with which dialect, which dialect marches best
and who reaches heaven in what order
when our kids are baptized in mortar.
it's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns
from different mountains
and we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain.
if a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"?
i'm not impressed, I guess i'm not impressed
with which dialect, which dialect marches best
we found that ultimately you can make it snow in the summer.
contrary to what you believe we oscillate and vary speed.
the food in jail is sulphury.
how do inuits spell relief?
summer's trudging closer and a flurry of white as well.
it's the heart of nuclear winter and I'm scared as hell.
it's a shame that our messiahs move their pawns
from different mountains
and we're left to dance these bodies 'round the fountain.
if a leader preaches worship to the sheep within the valley,
who'll be riding in a tank that says "just married"?
it's a shame that i (shame that i)
it's a shame that i (shame that i)
a shame that i
shame
10 Trailer Park Jesus (04:35)
Put the needle to the record,
And hit me with your style.
Soon enough I'll learn to unload my mouth.
Can you say it's getting blacker?
The vibe up in this place.
When I displaced, what made me turn my face?
Can't wait.
I can't wait.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
It was quite a dirty habit,
When the last thing I do
Has a swine slewn,
Down Martyr avenue.
Am I driftwood, or hosana? I'm knee-deep in disease.
I'm a body
Laid anonymously on the beach, girl.
On the beach.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Killed a shark in there.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
Denial is a river in Egypt.
Dvision is a reunion in the south.
Soon enough I'll learn to...
Denial is a river in Egypt.
Allusive as the communion in my mouth.
Soon enough I'll learn to...
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
I jumped ship to a burning sow
Had a ball.
Atom bomb.
Tell the one
About the man who dug
holes so deep
he lost sight of his word.
11 Two Tabs of Mescaline (06:14)
i smell the sound of a growing gash
with pop sensibilities.
KQED is a tune that equals you.
i feel
hallelujah
i fail.
bulemia
i'm frail.
salting the back of a snail.
my turkish prison is knowing I fit in.
feeding time
an old friend of mine
at the leper zoo.
que sera
erotic hurrah
it's cool.
be cool.
sailor scent.
12 Convectuoso (05:48)
I am CALIGULA
Glutton of Gluttons
Man iver woman
Man over woman
The whore of all men
And I...
Am not ashamed to admit, it's not enough to say "I love all of you"
And I'm aroused
When you're lying, you're lying
We are OK, in a misguided Sadist way
We are OK
We are OK, in a disabled veteran way
We are OK
Can i ever begin to imagine
the terrible itch in mine
it haunts your mind
the family of five
the end in mind
I dine with wolves again
I travel with theives again
What did I teach you?
What did I teach you?
Your lying, your lying
We are OK, in a misguided Sadist way
We are OK
We are OK, in a disabled veteran way
We are OK
So don't confuse why we put you here
For your automation for individuality
A NOTCH ON MY BELT IS HOW YOU SHALL EXIST
A notch on my bedpost is how you shall exist
No more, no less for the COMMON good
Thats you, American womanhood
Thats you, American womanhood
It haunts your mind(the end in mind)(A lot of times)
We are OK, in a misguided Sadist way
We are OK
We are OK, in a disabled veteran way
Were so cold
Ha ha ha ha...
"That's glassjaw?"
"That's glassjaw";
"Oh, la la la la la la...."
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