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Sascha Konietzko is one of the most important and probably underrated figures in the Industrial Metal scene. He influenced 80s Cyberpunk, pushed the development of EBM to its limits, and was one of the precursors and later exponents of the genre. This album is the first official testimony of his band, the renowned KMFDM (Kein Mehrheit Für Die Mitleid), and it's a good record, showcasing all the elements that would define the band's sound in the following years.
However, I chose to review this record not for its musical value, though it is of good quality, as KMFDM themselves reached higher peaks (with the albums Naïve, Angst, and Nihil), but for its historical significance. Indeed, in my opinion, this album represents, in 1986, a sort of recap of the development of Industrial and EBM music up to that point. In this album, KMFDM seem to retrace the path experimented by Throbbing Gristle at the end of the '70s, by D.A.F. in the early '80s and to anticipate by about a year Ministry's "The Land Of Rape And Honey," thus heralding the formation of Industrial Metal.
With the first track, "Kickin Ass", the group demonstrates that they have learned the lesson taught by Cabaret Voltaire with "Red Mecca" about six years earlier: to the rhythmic and minimal electronics are added prominent bass and cadenced drums, all "adorned" with some pleasant guitar passages. The following "Me I Funk" is, in my opinion, the most original and interesting offering of the album: at eight minutes long, it begins with about a minute of drum machine accompanied by pounding synthesizers, continues with a long verse sung aggressively and impetuously, paired with a driving bass line, progresses with a guitar-led section, which is interrupted by a moment of calm governed by bass, leading to a splendid almost symphonic part, in which drum machine and synthesizer sounds overlay the violins, before returning to the initial rhythm.
The title-track showcases a primordial Industrial; it is, in fact, a sort of collage of voices and testimonies forming a text denouncing U.S. politics, supported by a relaxed rhythmic synthesized base and a refrain composed of the phrase "what do you, what do you know?". Another noteworthy piece is certainly "Itchy Bitchy", a song with Techno-EBM sounds, featuring an ironic text that is danceable thanks also to the usual excellent bass work. The rest of the tracks are mostly instrumental, and result from significant effort by each of the members (practically each of these songs was designed by one of the four musicians), and musically once again reiterate a canonical Industrial accompanied by bass and drums, rhythmic, repetitive, purposefully provocative.
This album is thus a transitional album, musically proposing no revolution but rather a slow development in the transition between Industrial and Industrial Metal, almost as a forerunner of the genre's advent.
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Zip (05:11)
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Don't get your - Into the zip
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Don't zip your - Oh no
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Don't zip your - Into the zip of your pants
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Don't zip your - Into your zippity zip
'cause it hurts you in the most sensitive part of your body
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Don't get your - Into the zip of your pants
Don't get your - In the to the zip
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Don't get your - Into the zip zip zip
Don't get your - Into the zip
Don't zip
Get your - Into the zip
Zip zip
Zip zip zippy zip
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Don't get your - Into the zip of your pants
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Don't get your - Into the zip zip zip
Don't get your - Oh no no no
Don't zip your - Into the zip of your pants
Don't get your - Into the zip zip zip
Don't get your - Into the zip
'cause it hurts you in the most sensitive part of your body
05 Conillon (05:50)
I hung it up and jack it down (Loving can be an art)
Lie on your back (Loving can be an art)
I could make it go snap snap snap (Loving can be an art)
And we hear it go crack crack crack (Loving can be an art)
Fun? it down rip it off (Loving can be an art)
I can ease your tricks like this (Loving can be an art)
It's nothing
It's nothing
Lie on your back
I can hear it go snap snap snap
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
Don't worry about me
There's plenty of time for everything
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
Mine mine mine
Mine mine mine
I hung it up and jack it down
On your back
I can hear it go snap snap snap
I can hear it go crack crack crack
Baby
I can ease your tricks like this
I can ease your tricks like this
Tricks like this
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
Don't worry theirs plenty of time for everything
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
That's right
Lie on your back
Here it go snap
Neck to? jack
I've gone crack crack crack
God I feel healthy god I feel fine
That little conillon's mine mine mine
07 Me I Funk (08:14)
I'll call you thing
And place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars
And gripped in the arms of the changeless madman
we'll dance our lives away
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You dance with your lizard leather boots on
And pull the strings that change the faces of man
You're a diamond browed hag
You're a gutter gaunt gangster
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You gotta look fine
Be primed for dancing
You're gonna trip and glide
Your diamond hands will be stacked with roses
I call you thing and place your face in stone
Upon the hill of stars and gripped in the arms of
the changeless madman
We'll dance our lives away
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You talk about day
I'm talking about nighttime
You are my night
Put my dogs to fright
I wanna be your friend
I wanna call you I wanna ball you all night long
The city's shaking I ain't faking baby
This is the end
I'm overloaded my head's exploded
I wanna to get you and then
Come on honey let's bless our luck
A little prayer for you to suck
Here comes mommy with her Tommy gun
Open wounds just make her croon
Double up on some margarine
lick your baby and we got fun
Me I funk but I don't care
I ain't square with my cork screw hair
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