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Rating: "If It Weren't For Venetian Blinds It Would Be Curtains For Us All." Second album from this Boston band, which tours the hardcore circuit of social centers halfway between punk, hardcore, alternative, and metal elements (live they play the cover of "You Shoot Me All Night Long" - AC/DC). The record opens with a masterpiece, "Grace Kelly With Wings," a song of fragile and delicate beauty that at one point erupts, heralded by the verse "and you got those sexy legs!" The rest of the album, however, is still immature. It's hard not to get distracted, and the eclecticism of the influences sometimes gets lost in a generic college pop. "If Marcus Garvey dies, then Marcus Garvey lives," dedicated to Marcus Garvey, founder at the beginning of the century (20th, time flies) of the UNIA, the 'Universal Negro Improvement Association' and the 'Black Star Line' which transported people and goods between Jamaica and the USA, the first example of black entrepreneurship. A precursor to Malcolm X. However, the song is insignificant. 'You won’t be seeing me again' starts acoustically with T Kapp Shettel's voice always balancing between off-key and inadequate, before opening into a storm. "Mess with the Bulls" is played on the offbeats and time changes typical of hardcore, always with the strangely guttural voice. "Dirty Harry and the Thunderbolts" is American college pop, à la Weezer. The rest gets lost among ironic/nonsense/love lyrics and incredibly long titles starting with "if it weren't for Venetian blinds it would be curtains for us all." Great potential but still a so-so album. If they follow the path announced by 'Grace Kelly With Wings' (again: a masterpiece!), the most typically indie song, they will achieve great things.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 We Believe in Karma (02:30)
We pulled it off right in front of your eyes like it was magic /
they'll find us dead for this / they'll find us dead / when you paint the
town a lovely crimson red just wait till you get home / they'll find us dead for this /
they'll find us dead / they'll find us dead for smiling /
the trash we were talking all last night / or the compliments we sent /
we will get what we deserve / every thing that goes around /
it comes back around again / the trash you were talking all last night /
or the compliments you sent / you will get what you deserve /
every thing that goes around / it comes back around again /
stop whispering if you're going to speak you better make it good
03 Mess With the Bulls (03:21)
I've got your name across my hands, got a minute to understand
The sparks were flying through the poles, a circle is a circuit now
You can't mess with those crossed wires,
It's just the way the pressure lies
You're among the engines now, congratulations you real live wire
It's not funny like ha ha, it's funny like I told you so
Why do you have to write your name all over everything
I can't believe this
Mess with the bulls you get the horns, it's not funny anymore
The perfect place for friend or foe
Boys can't whine
Girls can't cry
I feel fine
My hands are tired
Your name is fading from my hands, I can't believe I understand
Look at yourself you real live wire,
Sometimes you suck sometimes you do
I feel fine.
04 Dirty Harry and the Thunderbolts (03:41)
As it spun around and around,
I thought to myself this is quite amazing
Perhaps they would be justified in laughing
If this was a scene from naked gun part III
I think I'll go home now
Where all of my possessions are safe
And I can rely on no one to mess up my stuff but me
And I'll be the first one to start the trend
Where we treat our modes of transportation as friends
This means 10-w-40
This week's record
This means recognizing a name
And treating it as if it were human
I'll personify
I will live to ride
Ride to live.
07 Giddy Like a Schoolgirl (03:17)
You're batting your eyelashes in one direction
And it makes you giddy like a schoolgirl
And it makes you coo like a dove
What's wrong with that? what's wrong with that?
Pull those socks over your knees
Pull that plaid skirt over your thighs
Don't show too much now
Leave some for the imagination
It's not what you say
It's how you say it
It's not what you say
Hey, hey!
She's hip and he's hip
Jawbreaker as the soundtrack
He's asking you on a date for the rest of your life
If I saw the screen today that I would be a fan
That is as lucky as love gets
Pompadour put on your hat and then tie your shoes
You'll take your time today
The end is sweet.
08 All You Need Is Drums to Start a Dance Party (01:42)
I mastered the dance but now you're gone All you need is drums to start a dance party You're invited to our dance party All you need are kisses to start a make-out party You're invited to my make-out party.
10 Still We Let It Choke Us (02:59)
It's not what you want
But you'll take what you get
Why waste your time?
Looking sharp boy
Hair is just right
Tie is on tight for eight hours every day now
You cannot breathe
No time for yourself
What if your paperwork caught on fire?
Wasting away, blink of an age
Tie is on tight, oh so tight, and it chokes you
Days turn to weeks
Weeks turn to months
Months turn to years and
You'll die so unhappy
Well, life is a bitch
And life is a beach
You've got the sun and the sand your suit all within your reach
Take off the tie
What a sick day
We've gone to build castles in sand and go swimming,
It's time for our play
To the barricades
We'll take them by storm
Days fade to weeks, fade to months, fade to years
And there is not that much more.
11 Mount Pleasant (01:04)
I'll meet her there
I can't believe she's the place I'd like to be.
13 Fat and Skinny Asses (03:54)
We're calling all allies down because we're so sick of waiting around
Watching you simply destroy yourself, cosmetics and all
Trying to not find your plans, like combing the beach with more sand
I'm light of foot and you're light of heart
So watch where you step and I'll watch where I stab
The end of our rope is a couch and it's hanging us ever so slightly
Tilt your head so we don't have to move a muscle at all
Sitting ourselves to a death, not painful or quick in the least
Do we have plans at all?
This long weekend was too much for me
Too long and difficult to swallow down
What have I got to say for myself?
Well, I really got that dishwasher good
Long day, longer than most I am sure
Heat wave, hotter than most I am sure
The fan is on, but I am not feeling so cool
Next to you, I still am not feeling so cool
Yeah, well, I can't stand that look on your face
Because I know you put it there
Fun is how you make it, not where you make it, so take it
Why don't you get your running start, it fears you just like I do
I know you're tired, I know, but what if this was the last day on earth?
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