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Rating: Yes, those of "That's When I Reach For My Revolver", covered by Moby during his noise/electro period.
1980, not yesterday. When a generation was embodied in a song. Mission Of Burma, a group from Boston, would go on to prominence with "VS", one of those albums that gained value over time, just like "Spiderland" and "Umber".
They do not vainly attempt to imitate the Fall, but they don't sound like copies of the Talking Heads either. It is that typical marriage of classic punk and proto-noise. "VS" represents the archetype of their sound. A word that spreads into a thousand minds of the period, but that only a few geniuses and cunning foxes will know how to materialize.
"Academy Fight Song" is the anthem with which they unlock their underground. They begin to make themselves known and the name spreads more and more. The stylistic features already smell of history.
The bass is the fundamental element, as per the rules of the Eighties. The way of singing so disruptive, spontaneous, and without frills is the factor that stands out the most. The song gets in your head immediately.
Damn, how easy it seems to play, when you listen to this stuff here. You pick up the guitar, but either a faded plagiarism comes out or they give you inspiration for a gem for your home (at least for now).
Tracklist and Lyrics
01 Academy Fight Song (03:05)
Walk into my room
Ask me jerky questions
Don't mean what you say
Immaculate protection
Play by the rules
So close to the vest
Hope that all's not lost
And this is not a waste
Stay just as far from me
As me from you
Make sure that you are sure
Of everything I do
'Cause I'm not not not not not not not not
Your academy
Your academy
The halls smell like piss
The rooms are underlit
Still it must be nice
You're such a perfect fit
What's that I hear?
The sound of marching feet
It has a strange allure
It has a strange... allure
Stay just as far from me
As me from you
Make sure that you are sure
Of everything I do
'Cause I'm not not not not not not not not
Your academy
Your academy
Maybe you're right
I shouldn't judge
What's wrong or right
This is too much
I'm not judging you, I'm judging me
My academy
Your academy
My academy
Your academy
02 Max Ernst (02:55)
People did not like that man Max Ernst.
(The Blessed Virgin Chastises the Infant Jesus)
He was so irrational Max Ernst.
(Garden Airplane-Trap, Garden Airplane-Trap)
The pleasures of the sight
The pleasures of the flesh
The vanities of life
He loved them all.
In the pretty house they go away.
(In the pretty house, In the pretty house)
In that pretty house they do not stay.
(Not in the pretty house, Not in the pretty house)
In the burning sea
In the laughing lights
In the luminous sea
In the brash gold night
In the turtle's head I blacked out fast.
In the city's halls always it laughed.
HA HA HA HA HA HA
Dada
Dada
Dada...
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