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Rating:
"Norwegians completely immersed in a stormy Hard-Rock sound; with a fierce and uncontrolled execution speed of the individual tracks. Among the best exponents of that Scandinavian scene devoted to the cult of MC5, Stooges, and Motorhead...I GOT A WAR..."
Not entirely accidental, my self-quotation today.
Which I will promptly explain: the band's third work opens with the auditory earthquake of I Got A War.
Gluecifer: "the devil's glue" is the free translation of the name chosen by this band of madmen.
Tender Is The Savage: "tender is the savage"...same as the line above.
Hard and Roll played without brakes; with that exaggerated punk energy that nails you to listening.
Coming out with broken bones after seeing them live for the album tour at the legendary Rainbow in Milan.
They don't invent anything but put so much grit into it that you wouldn't expect from a band coming from the icy Norwegian lands.
Smoky cover that well introduces the dynamic and angry sound of the work.
Even more explicit internal booklet photo: the five immortalized in a sordid bathroom. Two of them engaged in their personal excretions; two others "laid out" and knocked out by some excessive alcoholic libation. Only the singer Biff Malibu (a name as a program!!) seems to still appear to hold up, leaning against the door jambs of his own toilet.
In some passages of the record, they try to slow the pace, thanks to the production of a certain Daniel Rey (someone from Lake Bracciano should know him since he worked with that gang of sound agitators coming from Puerto Rico...).
But when they push to the max, they deliver the best moments of the album: and then it is recommended to blast through headphones the machine-gun shots of Ducktail Heat, Drunk And Pompous, and Sputnik Monroe. With the aforementioned I Got A War added.
A drum that knows, not too well, only one tempo; a bass placed randomly just to make some healthy noise; two overheated guitars supporting Biff's awkward proclamations. Choruses and chants scattered along the way.
All perfect ingredients for an album that borders on perfection.
Excited Gluecifer!!!
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 I Got a War (03:28)
I’ve got a war baby
so whatcha gonna do
I got a war baby
I got a war with you
I get sick baby
And I get it from you
I wanna kick baby
I guess that we are thru
So whatcha gonna do
Tell me whatcha gonna do
Come on tell me whatcha gonna do
Yeah I got a war with you
Linin’ up I’m on the battle field
Coz I demand a whole lot more
I’m tellin you baby
I got a war
Grab a chair you gonna need a shield
Coz I got so much in store
I’m tellin you baby
I got a war
I’m fed up baby
With the things you do
I’m all gone dammit
Nothin’ you can do
Coz I’m screamin’
And you can keep on dreamin’
Nothin’ more to say
Nothin’ more to do
And I’ll be diggin’ my trench
Get me out of this stench
Coz I’m gone
02 Chewin' Fingers (02:22)
He’s in a dirty line - He wanna do it
Doin’ record time - He wanna do it
He’s among the swine - And gettin’ thru it
Doin’ record time
Waitin’ up - Chewin’ on your fingers
Waitin’ up - Need a little stinger
Waitin’ up - Givin’ it a little more time
What a situation
Loaded with frustration
Gonna be the next in line
Pushin’ it - Need a little lubin’
Pushin’ it - Get on with your doin
Pushin’ it - Recordbreaker on the loose
Gettin to a breakdown
And now I’m lookin like a sad clown
He’s a recordbreaker with the blues
03 Ducktail Heat (02:41)
Got a little curl
A five-cent in a two dollar world
He was born restricted he was born to ooze
Sittin’ in a seat
Cheap grin and them smelly feet
Playin’ nothin but a watered out shitty blues
Got a lip but you’re goin nowhere’
Nowhere on that street
White fire - in your soul
White fire and you’re out of control
White fire baby it’s a ducktail heat
Drivin in the fast lane
with the handbrake on
Changed a pot of gold for a pot of stone
Livin in a shithouse
Where the power’s gone
You can get a dollar for that useless telephone
You got a face but you’re goin’ nowhere
Nowhere on them feet
White fire - in your soul
White fire and you’re out of control
White fire baby it’s a ducktail heat
05 Red Noses, Shit Poses (04:12)
Well I will get in the cage
and I will meet the rage
Coz I aint got no choice now
Gotta turn the page
And when I hear the roar
You know I gonna soar
I know it’s comin down to the will yeah
like it did before
I’m standin on the edge of my feet
Gotta whip it till I break it down
Got me dancin’ to the animal beat when I
want the death of a clown
What I hate is the goddamn nose
Shit shoes and a sad excuse for clothes
The time has come for your final fall
So get up this is your curtain call
I gonna shit inside of your pants - You got it comin’
Slap you with my mighty hands - You got it comin’
Break you dammit break you down
I want the death of a clown
God I hate your smile
what a loser style
Fallin over like a silly child
man it drives me wild
So now you’re rollin round in the dust
You get ready for the ultimate trick
Got me howlin like a trumpet baby
(Got me) cuttin into your schtick
Tonight your show is off
And I will take your stage
When it’s gettin tough
you gonna need some rage
06 Drunk and Pompous (03:21)
I got ’em horny feet
You got the epic beat
Wanna make’ em cream
You wanna make’ em dream
Coz I was born to shout
and tell’ em all what it’s really about
No time for liberation baby
It’s time to let the beasty out
Ain't it sweet now
to walk the shitty street now
What a blast
coz i love it fast
Sweet liberation with a twist
coz in a cool world I exist
Gonna pull my shutters down
gonna kick it all around
coz I’m a black belt master fightin’ with a velvet fist
I’m a screamer you’re a dreamer- so whatcha gonna do
Gonna push that thing till they’re beggin for a hefty screw
I’ll be a fire-breathin’ boy
with a thousand db ploy
Gonna breathe some fire fire baby coz I’m pissed
Yeah I was born to rule
You’s born to drool
Ain’t takin’ no goddammn shit
Got a suit with the snuggest fit
And you might say I’m bad
Nothin’ but a fad
But I’m on a quest
Baby I’m posessed
07 Rip-off Strasse (04:16)
Big plate tell me where's my meat
You ride a car from the passenger seat
Big words about a little plan
A little boy with a card that says man
And everybody's goin nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin' bout a thing that's not happenin' here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat
Big glass but it's filled up with ice
You order grand then you eat a slice
They got the sign but they aint got the goods
Like a seven inch record at an LP price
I know you you got your house down on rip-off street
I know you you got them dancin to the rip-off beat
I know you you walk around on your rip-off feet
I'm tellin you baby I'm gonna give you some - heat
08 Dog Day, Dog Night (02:53)
I’m on the nightshift I got a hate gift
I’m gonna settle this thing
I’m on a dark and shitty mission gonna deliver that sting
When I punch the clock you know I’ll be the rock that falls on you
I got a book of tasks, a toolbelt and I know what I’ll do
Dog day, dog night
I’m gettin dark wanna shut out the light
Dog day, and a doggie night
Dog bark, dog bite
Unchained and I’m feelin’ allright
Dog bark and a doggie bite
When no-one sees you I’m gonna squeeze you
and hold you up in my court
Coz I’m gonna be the winner when they read the final score
When I punch the clock you know I’ll be the rock that falls on you
I got a book of tasks, a toolbelt and I know what I’ll do
10 Exit at Gate Zero (04:16)
I got a phone-call and I am back on the street
I'm throwin' curses at the people I meet
Got a black heart workin' hard deep inside of me
Coz I'm back on the street where I swore that I would never be
And now I'm headin for shame - Yeah - what a game
I said I'm back on the leash coz I'm always there to reach
See me on my knees, I'm takin' hits sayin' please
I got the spine of a snake think I'll give myself a break
I got a closet baby, you wanna keep it shut
I'm sentimental, but you're kickin' me in the gut
When I've decided that this is never gonna bring me down
You got me runnin' to your doorlike a loser got me hangin' around
I'm gonna press my face to the mirror, gonna shape things up
I'm gonna smash my fist thru the door coz I'm crackin' up
I can't take take it anymore I wanna let it go
But now I'm runnin' down the street
coz you're tellin me I can't say no
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