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They may not have been the very first, but they are almost certainly the most representative, the most chaotic, the most disturbing, godfathers of Emo Violence and among the most sonically violent terrorists that mankind remembers.
Indecipherable screams, exploding guitars, oppression, violence, suffering, pain, blood.
Chaos.
The production entrusted to Kurt Ballou is rough, raw, violent.
"Le Desordre C'est Moi" is a statement of intent: "You won't get out of here alive." The tone remains at the same levels of intensity even later, and there arises a paradox of calm and chaotic moments, darker, more oppressive, even less reassuring than the previous abrasive chaos. "New Jersey Vs Valhalla." But it doesn't last long, the physical suffering starts again. One begins to give up.
"Epilogue a Car Crash" 18 minutes later. Debris, only debris left by the sudden passage of a hurricane devoid of the eye of the storm. By now, no one cares where you are. Dead? Missing? Here, we go on anyway.
"Chaos Is Me" was a definitive changing of the guard in the most violent and visceral music, the definitive fall of old and false myths.
The year was 1999, and nothing would ever be the same again.
Tracklist Lyrics and Samples
01 Le Desordre, C'est Moi (02:07)
What true project has been lost
Slip of the fingertips
What true project has been lost
Snake eyes and a slit wrist
Contest the totality complete self destruction
All the watches stop when the first brick was thrown
Chaos is me Le Desordre C'est Moi
Chaos is me
02 Aesthetic Dialectic (01:42)
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
All of this means nothing
D.C. made me and the rest of this mess
You don't even try to fake it
Don't even try
I'm here becuase I was ready to leave
This should mean more but it can't
So dance, dance
Dance to the sounds of america's best dressed fake out
04 New Jersey vs. Valhalla (02:14)
is this starting to make sense?
bring all your pennies
to the five and dime.
wave goodbye. wave goodbye.
wave goodbye. wave goodbye.
say the things you want to hear,
but don't do the things we say.
that kind of talk is for
phone calls at 4 am and
mix tape nostalgia.
it's too quiet.
every word means something different.
we'll recover like a brick to the face.
05 Weekend at the Fire Academy (00:56)
How quaint you can spit farther than me
Your life straight from a movie scene
Now on a movie screen
Sliver skies and black eyes
I want a peice of cake
Get your hands off my presents
Kiss on the face
Slap on the cheek. I'll be the one who takes my chances
Sort of sad, isn't it
It's hard to forget the friend who makes the scene on T.V.
My baby makes the scene on T.V.
She makes the scene on T.V.
Who's like that anyway
06 Framecode (01:36)
Five, six and ten
Reworking my reality
Let the record play
Trancending practicality
Hand and hoof
Toes and teeth
I've done it again
Let the record play
Let the record play
Reworking my reality
Trancending practicality
Let the record play
Five, six and ten
Five, six, ten
07 The Action Index (01:52)
This isn't for you
This isn't for you
I speak in tounges
Teen face for the dream date
That girl wears black jeans
Paint it all black
Yea paint it all black
This isn't for you
Teen face for the dream date
That girl wears black jeans
I want her to kiss those black jeans into me
09 Boy With No Arms (01:52)
Forever is so easy to say
But I can't stand to wait
And be slapped in the face
I'll keep this to myself you can't know
Smile for me
Pretend it's alright
Knocked down what's the use
I can't make you happy
I can't even make you feel anymore
How can you look me in the face and say that
I believe in fear and complacency
What do you believe in
What do you believe in
10 Invasion U.S.A. (01:00)
Tear up the cul-de-sac it's all the rage
Tear up the cul-de-sac fevered sensation
Revolt against recreation
Spit back what you taught us
Rebellion on the roller rink
Those reds can't touch us on the moon
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