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Rating: "Imagine yourselves young. With pockets full of water. You haven't yet learned to hesitate." Now, after so many years, you're in the "place of true discernment": life passes before your eyes, and you watch it flow by. You live it, in good times and bad, accepting the years as they pass. Your pockets are full of memories: you take them out carefully and allow them to paint a smile on your face.
If you're only familiar with Karate post-1998 (after their fourth album "The Bed is in the ocean"), forget everything you've seen and heard. Here, we turn back a few pages and rediscover the old stories penned by the Boston group.
One of these is called "In place of real insight," and it tells the story of four young men (Geof Farina guitar/vocals, Jeff Goddard bass, Gavin McCarty drums, and Eamonn Vitt guitar/vocals) unleashing their desire to play and shout to the world that they exist. Their desire to narrate, to express themselves: to convey and translate their wisdom into music. They do this by intensely exploiting every instrument assigned to them.
While the formation may seem to fall into that of a normal lineup, the composition of each piece reflects the desire not to become stagnant and to carefully construct each part. They seem to seek power in concentration, and peace in meditation. All in a musical key, and without long and boring episodes (the album lasts just thirty minutes and a few seconds).
On the album cover, released in 1997 under Southern Records (their loyal label from the beginning), there is just a photo depicting a window seen from inside a dwelling. It seems to convey a sense of loneliness. Loneliness that in its negative sense can also be frightening, but which in itself hides the desire to stop for a moment to reason and reflect. And there they are, the memories, beautiful or ugly: they are our life. Do not abandon yourself to what things seem to be, or to what someone might think. A tear can fall for intense pain or immense joy. This is "In place of real insight." Nothing objective, but a sincere and pure personal sentiment.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
04 It's 98 Stop (04:30)
It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.
It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.
It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.
It's 98,
it's 99.
I've got some.
I've got mine.
I'll still love you in 1999.
I'll still love you in 1999.
I'll still love you in 1999.
I'll still love you in 1999.
Hold it.
Now we're downtown at the show
and we've got no place to go.
Won't you read to me
when we get home?
Hold it.
Now you're at my bedside.
Think back: Alcohol and thalidomide and the shakes.
What do you want me to say?
Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that I've got to change.
change...
Hold it.
How the hell did I get so thin?
How did I get this shape i'm in
when i eat and fight and i still feel small.
Stop because i can't say
what's good for us all the time anyway.
And when you work in the dark all day there's no time,
but with this pill it goes away.
Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that
Everybody's telling me that I've got to change.
change...
05 New New (02:46)
She likes my amplifier loud.
What goes in must come out.
Turn it up. Turn it up. You can hear it downtown
on the bus, on the radio.
So relaxed she's in slow motion.
So at home. No transportation.
Say 'hello'. How does she do?
How does she do?
She likes my amplifier loud.
What goes in must be ground.
Turn it up. Turn it up. You can it hear it downtown
on the bus, on the bus, on the radio.
Been alone cross the nation.
All this time we got one station.
I don't know. What did we do?
What could we do?
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