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Rating: There could have been many ways to end a career, and what a career it has been—it's truly appropriate to say—looking back at Ministry's sonic journey over more than twenty-five years. Even just "limiting" themselves to closing the door after releasing the last and positive album "The Last Sucker" from last summer would have provided a logical and meaningful farewell. After all, the end of a story like the one written by Ministry does not deserve to end anonymously.
Instead, by deciding to feed the ravenous beasts (for instance, myself when I hear the name Ministry) a mediocre cover work like "Cover Up," they made the worst choice. I understand that the album shouldn't be seen as a significant work, stylistically and evolutionarily, within their discography, and I understand that from an emotional standpoint, Al Jourgensen may be attached to songs (Rolling Stones, T.Rex, Mountain, ZZ Top, Louis Armstrong, etc.) that might have given him unforgettable moments, which he consequently decided to celebrate by revisiting them in his own way (not even too much, and this, aside from all considerations, is the negative side of the whole affair). But I do not understand why one would want to extinguish a torch that was still shining with its own light with a series of memories, themselves born from faded memories, because if you exclude "Supernaut" and "Lay Lady Lay" (both well-known for years now) and "Roadhouse Blues", there's not much to appreciate. Also, the rendition of "Space Truckin'" from which I expected far more instrumental vigor, is not satisfying. Moreover, there isn't a single piece of electronic extraction, almost as if the early Ministry hadn't been influenced by any bands of that genre, what a pity!
Last consideration: in the past nine months, Ministry has released, in order, the remixes of "Rio Grande Blood," "The Last Sucker," and "Cover Up," and they are completing their final tour. It seems as if (Al Jourgensen) was in a rush to say goodbye and put everything and everyone behind him, as if it were an accounting task to be settled and not an event to celebrate. What a shame. My memories of Ministry are quite different.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 Lay Lady Lay (05:43)
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay lady stay
Stay while the night is still ahead
Stay lady stay
Heaven's dust fills our head
Whatever colors have you in your mind
I show them all to you and you see them shine
Stay lady stay
Stay with your man a while
Till the break of day
Then you're gonna see him smile
His clothes are dirty but his hands are clean
And you're the best thing he's ever seen
Why wait any longer for the world to begin
You can have your cake and eat it too
Why wait any longer for the one you love
When he's standing over you
Lay lady lay
Lay across my big brass bed
Stay lady stay
We're gonna build the whole night ahead
I long to see you in the morning light
I long to reach for you all night
Lay lady lay
04 Bang A Gong (04:48)
Well you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you're slim and you're weak
You've got the teeth of the hydra upon you
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Well you're built like a car
You've got a hub cap diamond star halo
You're built like a car, oh yeah
Well you're an untamed youth
That's the truth with your cloak full of eagles
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - oh
Well you're windy and wild
You've got the blues in your shoes and your stockings
You're windy and wild, oh yeah
Well you're built like a car
You've got a hub cap diamond star halo
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - ooh
Well you're dirty and sweet
Clad in black, don't look back and I love you
You're dirty and sweet, oh yeah
Well you dance when you walk
So let's dance, take a chance, understand me
You're dirty sweet and you're my girl
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - ow
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - ow - get it on - mh
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - a-a-a-a
Get it on, bang a gong, get it on - a-a-a-a ....
Take me, for a meanwhile I'm still thinking ....
13 Roadhouse Blues (04:27)
I'll tell you this man,
All i wanna do is have my
kicks before this whole shit
house goes up in flames
Keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel.
Keep your eyes on the road
Your hands upon the wheel.
Yeah, we're going to the roadhouse,
Gonna have a real good-time.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.
Well, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.
Yeah, the back of the roadhouse,
They've got some bungalows.
And thats for the people
Who like to go down slow.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.
Ashen-Lady.
Ashen-Lady.
Give up your vows.
Give up your vows.
Save our city.
Save our city.
right now.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
Well, I woke up this morning
And I got myself a beer.
The future's uncertain
And the end is always near.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, baby, roll.
Let it roll, all night long.
14 Supernaut (07:07)
Practially every one of the top 40 records being played on every radio station in
the United States is a communication to the children to take a trip, to cop out, to
groove. The psychedelic jackets on the record albums have their own hidden symbols
and messages as well as the lyrics to all the top rock songs and they all sing the
same refrain: It's fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins.
I want to reach out and touch the sky
I want to touch the sun but I don't want to fly
I'm gonna climb up every mountain of the moon
I find the distance melts away with the spoon
Supernaut
Supernaut
I've crossed the ocean, done every land
I found the pot under a golden rainbow's end
I've been through magic and through life's reality
I've lived a thousand years it never bothered me
Bothered me
Supernaut
Bothered me
Supernaut
They all sing the same refrain: It's fun to take a trip, put acid in your veins.
Got no religion, don't need no friends
Got all I want and I got no need to pretend
Don't try to reach me, 'cause I'd tear up your mind
I've seen the future and I leave it all behind
Supernaut
Supernaut
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