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Rating: NoMeansNo are beautiful and above all useful. With their "Happy Hardcore," they give you the chance to say fuck you to all musical dichotomies.
Fuck, for instance, the "Progressive(what)sick" with their arrogance and clichéd phrases... <<Yes, quite good, but nothing exceptional and then they have all the flaws of post-77 music. Little technique (I mean: do you hear yourself? Are you sure you don't want to call Amplifon? Look, it's a toll-free number, you don't pay anything and then, damn, the NoMeansNo are mind-blowing from a purely technical point of view), non-existent arrangements (what's the point of arranging when you know right away what you have to do?)>>.
Fuck the Post-Rock dudes, most of them love the Mogwai or, even worse, Giardini Di Mirò, and shrug their shoulders at the name Slint. Don't worry, it's not an American soda... <<Yes, beautiful. Undoubtedly capable, but too little reflective (friend, what's there to reflect on? At most, you will live 80 years... you have time to reflect, don't worry. Now think about moving your ass), too little impressionistic (MEH)>>.
Fuck the Space-Brutal-Metallo-Losers, stupid, most of the time, as much as a scrotum hair... <<This is music for fags (but isn't it even more fag-like to walk around all dressed in faux leather with hair that reaches your ass)>>.
Fuck the Indie-idiots of 2007. They spit the word "Indie," but they don't know what it's about... <<Really good, but they can't do melodies (fuck you and that's it, you're too stupid to exist. If you want, I'll whip you to the rhythm of the bass drum, and you'll see how much you'll like the NoMeansNo branded melodies).
Fuck everyone who doesn't know the NoMeansNo (and also them for not caring about being known). These two brothers tour, along with their current guitarist, the world since 1979 with their post-happy-hardcore and fuck the world that stabs you in the back, running up debts that will never be paid.
Fuck me for not buying Wrong at their concert for two euros... how much I wandered to find it later.
Fuck NoMeansNo who only think about playing and don't reissue their old LPs (this album contains the You kill me EP and the Sex Mad album, both from 1986).
Fuck the electronic posers all moist and their synthetic drugs... <<Danceable, but physical music is dead. Now it's all about computers (it's not physical music that's dead. It's you who've never started)>>.
Essentially, they sound like what an engagement between the Jesus Lizard and the Minutemen would sound like, they love each other, they cuddle, but they always think of Benny Hill as a possible ideal lover.
I repeat the concept: Fuck everyone and fuck those who say fuck. Instead, long live NoMeansNo and their misfortune, long live all the misfits of the world... BE STRONG, BE WRONG
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Sex Mad (04:13)
I have to have you far too much
I have to grab I have to touch
I have to feel your every curve
I have to stir each little nerve
I want the pleasure I want the pain
I want to overload my brain
I'm going SEX MAD
I want to squeeze your living flesh
Oh, to be buried in your chest
Or steamy breath and gripping bone
I may be lost but not alone
I'm going in riot coming out
I'm going in not coming out
I'm going SEX MAD
I stare at everything that moves
I look all over pick and choose
Well I don't want just anyone
I only want just everyone
I know it's not for me to take
I think my mind is going to break
I'm going SEX MAD
My self control is very fine
Considering what's on my mind
But I don't want to hurt and hate
I simply have to copulate
The more I see the more I want
The more I see the more I want
I'm going
SEX MAD SEX MAD SEX MAD SEX MAD.
02 Dad (03:00)
I want home, I was feeling so alone
I was late, it was my mistake
I want to my room and sat there in the gloom
I know I've been bad, I know he'll be mad
I hear him coming down the hell
And there's nowhere to go, nowhere at all
I've been had, it was my mistake
He opens the door, his eyes are full of hate
DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE ME ALONE! DAD, NO! DAD, LET ME GO!
DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE ME ALONE! DAD, NO! OH, MY GOD, NO!
NO!
My mom comes rushing in, she says "Please, don't hurt
him" DAD gives her a kick, he slaps her around a bit, he
says: "SHUT UP, YOU BITCH! SHUT UP, YOU BITCH! I'll
KILL YOU! I'll KILL YOU! SHUT UP, I'll KILL YOU!"
DAD keeps hitting mom's face, and there's blood all over the
place I seid, 'Please DAD, please! It es my mistake! I'm the one
that's bad! I'm the one that's bad! Don't hit her DAM Don't hit her
DAD!"
DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE HER ALONE! DAD, LET HER GO! NO!
NO! DAD NO! DAD, LET HER GO! OH, MY GOD! NO! NO!
He want into my sister's room and he locked the
door He seid, "I hate you, but I love you more." I
heard her crying as the light want out I heard her
scream, I had to shout:
DAD NO! DAD, LEAVE HER ALONE! DAD, LET HER GO! NO!
NO! DAD NO! DAD, LET HER GO! OH, MY GOD! NO! NO!
I'm seriously considering leaving home.
09 Metronome (05:37)
I want to break the things that seek
To control, I want to live my life with
No rules at all, I want to smash the
Lips that smile down on me, I want
To rip and teer until I am free
Steady, keep it, steady
METRONOME
I want to touch the places lost deep
Inside, I want to see the ugly faces
That hide, I want to mach down to the
End of what's there, I went to strip
The surface till all is bare
Steady, keep it, steady
METRONOME
I want to jump out of my skin and be
Free, I want to kill the little thing that
Is me, I want to laugh and giggle, I want
To scream, I want to wake up from this
Life crushing dream, I want to wash my
Body bare in the stream, I want to
Liberate this human machine, I want to spit
And grovel I want to shit, I want to
Make you wonder what is it? What
Is it?
You know one thing that I think attracts people
To a steady beat, to a steady beat, is the certainty
Of where it will be, of where it will be, in the next
Moment, its inevitability with no variation, the
Comfort and security of knowing what and who you
are, you hear that beat, you hear that beat, it's
Beating on you, it's beating on me, you hear that beat,
You hear that beat, it's beating on you, it's
Beating on you.
13 Body Bag (04:39)
They say the eyes are the windows of the soul
But i love all the little dark holes n your body bag.
Your little willie, he's oh, so pretty,
And those titties, and those titties in the body bag.
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to.
Willie's poised to dive into flesh,
Something tells me he will leave a mess in the body bag.
When we kiss my eyes are closed,
My lips are full, i breathe through my nose in the body bag.
Nobody knows you and nobody wants to.
See the children play in the mud,
Moulding balls of faces and blood from the body bag.
All praise for corporal flesh;
The smell of love, the smell of death from the body bag.
Is it a womb or is it a tomb?
A sac of water that's quiet and warm,
A complex shape's beginning to form,
On marble slabs you're flat on your back,
All colours fall into the basic black of the body bag.
The creatures of earth are countless and strange,
Open your lips and tell me the name of your body bag.
All praise for corporal flesh.
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