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Rating: One can have divergent opinions on the state of music's health in the new millennium. Personally, I truly believe that music has entered a new phase, but we will only know in hindsight, maybe in ten years. My feeling is that music has entered that evolutionary moment that earlier arts such as the figurative arts have experienced and that cinema has recently encountered: it is the moment when all forms with their main variants are exhausted.
This is perfectly normal: 50 years ago, rock was new. There was so much to create, to experiment with. Then increasingly less. Just ten years ago, it was possible to combine dance with rock and ignite a new creative movement that would be known as Madchester. Perhaps Radiohead were the last to do something fairly new, as evidenced by the fact that they spawned a series of more or less valid clones.
The new millennium, however, seems to have decreed that it is no longer possible to invent new forms, and everything happens in the path of the old ones. This does not mean that it is impossible to produce and listen to good and even great music (I think of Wilco, Notwist, but there are others), but the consequences are twofold: 1) No more real movements are generated (beat, punk, post-punk, Madchester, etc.), but they must be pathetically created by the music industry and replaced with other fictitious movements after a few months. 2) It is increasingly difficult to create a great album or debut with a great debut album both because a movement once produced a certain atmosphere that helped to create, mature, and enrich one's ideas and because of the aforementioned exhaustion of possible forms.
More and more often, enjoyable albums are made by choosing a certain genre from the past and drawing inspiration from it. This has always happened, but today it is rare to transcend one's models. The Clash were inspired by the entire history of rock to create London Calling. But they transcended their models. The Stone Roses were inspired by the Byrds. But they transcended their models. The Coral, no. The Strokes, no. Franz Ferdinand, no. Interpol, no. Kasabian? No.
This is an album that perfectly fits the ethos of our times. It is darn fun, pleasant to listen to, and ultimately a good album. But Kasabian are not a band that will go down in history to become models themselves. Here is everything that constituted the Madchester mania: dance mixed with rock, throbbing bass, arrogant and confident attitude, anthemic choruses, lateral electronics, a vague but definite sense of "coolness".
Baggy trousers forever.
4 stars if you are young. 3 stars if you are a bit less so.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Club Foot (03:34)
One take control of me
You´re messing with the enemy
Said it's two, it´s another trick
You´re messin' with my mind, I wake up
Chase down an empty street
Blindly snap the broken beats
Said it´s gone with the dirty trick
It´s taken all these days to find ya
Ooosh,
I tell you want you
Ooosh,
I tell you I need you
Friends take control of me
Stalking cross the gallery
All these pills got to operate
The colour quits and all invade us
There it goes again
Take me to the edge again
All I got is a dirty trick
I´m chasin down all walls
to save ya
Ooosh,
I tell you I want ya
Ooosh,
I tell you I need ya
Ooosh,
The blood ain´t on my face
Ooosh,
Just wanted you near me
Ooosh,
I tell you I want you
Ooosh,
I tell you I need you
Ooosh,
The blood ain´t on my face
Just wanted you near me
I tell you I want you
I tell you I need you
The blood ain´t on my face
Just wanted you near me
02 Processed Beats (03:07)
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
I drop beats from this processed meat
For a conversation, a meditation and
I cut waves like some unborn sage
Just like terrorists on a day of rest singing
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
I break bones stealing mobile phones
And I'm cuttin deals for these homeless meals
Making idle threats using chinese burns
As you load my head with the Grateful Dead singing
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
I ran from the tide
Won't let you hide
Won't let you hide
03 Reason Is Treason (04:35)
See the stones coming at my window
Ever since then i've not been conscious
to all the chains of dirt passed onto me
Rubicon it's almost over
Rubicon has come so close to me
Turn back or we'll start the fire
Tthey're all part of the big machine now
Check the angles from both forces
Overcome by the need to fight it,
fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye to you
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye
but i don't turn around 'cos the reason is treason
See the stones coming at my window
See they left me no protection
Tell his family that he won't be ok
K! I! L-L!
Turn away from the suffering silence
You can't face your country using you
Check the angles from both forces
Overcome by the need to fight it,
fight it, fight it, fight it, fight it
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye to you
Here comes the morning (and) I'll say goodbye
but i don't turn around 'cos the reason is treason
04 I.D. (04:47)
No one else is here
And I can't get, since I'm nothing
No one else gets high
And I can't sleep cause I got nothing
Feeling I am lost
Control to a higher force
Music is my, my love
No one else is here
And I can't get, since I'm nothing
No one else comes clean
And I can't sleep, cause I got nothing
Feeling I am lost
Control to a higher force
Music is my, my love
Music is my, Music is my, Music is my
06 L.S.F. (Lost Souls Forever) (03:17)
I'm on it, get on it
The troops are on fire!
Ya know I need it, much closer
I'm trading just a little more
Step on it, electronic
The troops are on fire!
I'm much deeper, a sleeper
Waiting for the final trip
Come on it, get on it
I'm carving thru a letterbomb
I need it, loud potions
These drugs are just an hour away
Come on it, electronic
A polyphonic prostitute, the motors, on fire
Messiah for the animals
Ahhh, oh come on!
We got our backs to the wall!
Ah!
Get on!
And watch out!
Sayin, "Yer gonna kill us all!"
Ahhh...I'm on it, get on it
The troops are on fire!
You know I need it, much closer
I'm trading just a little more
Step on it, electronic
The troops are on fire!
I'm much deeper, a sleeper
Messiah for the animals
Ahhh, oh come on!
We got our backs to the wall
Ah!
Get on!
And watch out! Ah!
Before you kill us all!
Ahhh, oh come on!
Say " we got our backs to the wall!"
Get on!
And watch out! Ah!
Before you kill us all!
07 Running Battle (04:15)
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When to make or break ya down, i said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When two men goin break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
I take down what I need
Cause you know I need to breathe
I'm tired of walking on another plane
Another plane cause I feel insane, I...
Step back to get to you
Cut back I'm fallin through
Another day I feel the same
I'm cutting and I'm bleeding here with you
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When to make or break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When to make or break ya down, I said
Two men goin break ya down, I breathe
So keep those voices down
If you dont make no sound
A thousand voices makin' all the mistakes
The fire escapes and this code must break
I Step back to get to you
I'm cuttin back and I'm fallin through
Another day I feel the same
I'm cutting and I'm bleeding here with you
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When to make or break ya down, I said
to make or break ya down, I breathe
All lyin across the ground
Try not to make no sound
When to make or break ya down, I said
to make or break ya down, I breathe
08 Test Transmission (03:55)
Standing here on this burning bridge
Trying to figure out but there’s nothing here
Seem like they got the fear
Cattle grids rattle gold chains pay it back
Just cancel the chickens
And tell your son that he should steal the gold
The kings send their knights
Check these soul satellites
Test transmission
Is calling me back home(x2)
To messed up to perform this
can't you see I'll only miss you now and memories
They get washed to the seas
Feeding tape through the fabric must tune in
Unless you’re trapped tomorrow
And get out the sun, get out before it gets you back
The kings send their knights
Check there souls satellites
Test transmission
Is calling me back home (x2)
10 Cutt Off (04:38)
John was a scientist, he was hooked on LSD
Interested in mind control and how the monkey held the key
Said that all life is experiments somebody's planning for the heir
It's for the unexpected citizens who hallucinate in fear.
Sing that.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, he's cut off convicts
In union station, with a package in his hand
Tied to the suspect, he chanced him where he stand
And I don't think you realise he's coming for your neck
And the sound is breaking all around
He's keeping lives in check
Chew the backbone, a solar system, he's cut off convicts
Making his getaway through a punched out mirror
He blend into the crowd, hear the system scream
And all those stars and stripes you hear
Are clinging to their guns
And if you smell those omens man, I think you better run.
Checkout.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, he's cut off convicts.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, he's cut off convicts.
Chew the backbone, a solar system, he's cut off convicts.
11 Butcher Blues (04:28)
Coco believe me
I'm a lonesome man
I wanna get stoned and trip some wires
I wanna get myself underground
I said that, you must believe me
When I say I'm fightin the dead
Lyin low across the evening
Can you see the lumps on my head?
But I got these voices that just keep
singin out
Sayin “I just cant stop losin control”
I said that “I just cant stop losin control”
“I just cant stop losin control”
I said that “I just cant stop losin control”
Trench wander pavement
Tryin to score some love
In the corner of the city
Matching faces with fees
I guess that you never been here by the look upon ya face
Standing with all the whores and cannibals
In the censored race
But I got these voices that just keep
singin out
Sayin “I just cant stop losin control”
I said that “I just cant stop losin control”
“I just cant stop losin control”
I said that “I just cant stop losin control”
you must believe me
When I say I'm fightin the dead
Lyin low across the evening
Can you see the lumps on my head?
I guess that you never been here by the look upon ya face
Standing with all the whores and cannibals
In the censored race
I got these voice that just keep singin out sayin
“I just cant stop losin control”
I said that “I just cant stop losin control”
“I just cant stop losin control”
I said that “I just cant stop losin control”
I got these voices…….
12 Ovary Stripe (03:50)
Coco believe me
I'm a lonesome man
I wanna get stoned and trip some wires
I wanna get myself underground
I said that, you must believe me
When I say I'm fightin the dead
Lyin low across the evening
Can you see the lumps on my head
But I got these voices that just keep singin out
Sayin
I just cant stop losin control
I just cant stop losin control
Said that I just cant stop losin control
I just cant stop losin control
I just cant stop losin control
Said that I just cant stop losin control
Trench wander pavement
Tryin to score some love
In the corner of the city
Matching faces with fees
I guess that you never been here by the look upon your face
Standing with all the whores and cannibals
In the censored race
Singin out
I just cant stop losin' control
I just cant stop losin' control
Said that
I just cant stop losin' control
I just cant stop losin' control
Singin out
I just cant stop losin' control
I just cant stop losin' control
Said that
I just cant stop losin' control
I just cant stop losin' control
I said that, you must believe me
When I say I'm fightin the dead
Lyin low across the evening
Can you see the lumps on my head
I guess that you never been here by the look upon your face
Standing with all the whores and cannibals
In the censored race
Singin out
I just cant stop losin' control
I just cant stop losin' control
Said that
I just cant stop losin' control
I just cant stop losin' control
I've got these voices
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By E morì con un felafel in culo1
All you need is a good collection of records and a good producer (a nice face doesn’t hurt). Copy a bit from everywhere, copy well, copy a lot.
These clowns, Kasabian, have sold something like a million copies worldwide so far... but this could be material for another lesson.
