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- I fill a void in this current resaBeD with one of the crumpled records that I never pull out; it resurfaced for me after that vertical New Year's watershed, none other than one of the greatest bands in terms of influence on certain shores and that cannot be missing in the rock and roll music books I haven't read, like all of them; certainly among the masters of the sullen walk, these gentlemen were (are, but better were) a variable congregation that best represents the metamorphosis of a sound, embedded in an offer of tentacular metal from which not a few great musicians of hardcore, thrash, and groove have drawn; the sharp cut in the riff breaks, just enough rust, little solo onanism, and impact just the way I like it; still, with some chronological steps back, what can be heard in Force Fed was and is thrash at its highest levels, a rhythmic and above all methodical revolution; among other things, whether it's the raw production of the early albums or the context, they remained like in limbo without ever really making it big, above many amid lineup and style changes; as far as I have listened to the following years, the quality of the tracks has irreversibly declined - to my ears, that is.
In any case, 1991, Prove You Wrong I have never heard anyone mention it as one of Tommy Victor and company's \armored/ albums, but it's here that they take me to the max, where they truly render the mixture between booming bass and bulldozer moves, where in rhythmic ascents they tend a wire between rapping and funk for a definitive crossover preceding the nu metal wave; super-structured tracks with never mundane evolution, omnipresent melodic shortcuts that do not bore even where the same rhythm is incessantly beaten for minutes; to name a few, Irrelevant Thoughts might recall Coroner's agony, Prove You Wrong is wonky funk in beastie-primus-boys style, Hell If I Could is pure industrial delirium and Unconditional has a fat and happy intro; there are plenty of bands that have added at least a sprinkle of prong to their albums, personally, I thank this tasty metal variety, it sounds nostalgic and is always pleasant to put on.
PS it is not on this album, but it cannot, must not (!) be missing in anyone's metal collection
Tracklist and Lyrics
06 Contradictions (04:10)
Time for double standards
Now who shall be blamed
With the change of weather
Scapegoats are acclaimed
Acts of no reason: populous response
Opinions are like assholes
Everyone's one
All these contradictions
Are bound to confuse
What wrong will you choose?
Can I ask a question?
Or am I out of line
Some more lip service
Will smooth it out nice
08 Prove You Wrong (03:31)
Diggin' for answers you fall in a hole
Lessons of nonsense shall cast the first stone
Pontifical preachings past now quick to forget 'em
I'm depending on no one I distrust and oppose
Prove you, prove you wrong
You can bet on it, I'll prove you wrong
Prove you, prove you wrong
Depend on it, I'll prove you wrong
Quest for solutions
You ain't gonna get one here
Why waste my breath upon the ears of the deaf man
Skeptic acceptance caution
Fraudulent cause
Dependence on no one best distrust and oppose
10 No Way to Deny It (04:41)
News of senseless agression
Journalistic sensation, quick reasons to mention
Paraded so soulfully
Stated so righteously
One vision to convey
Nothing more to say
The cause - no way to deny it
Ignore it it won't disappear
No way to deny it
The wrongs - no way to deny them
Ignore them they won't disappear
No way to deny it
News eating the nation
Editorialization (quick reasons to mention)
Concluded too easily
Repeated in history
Someone's got to pay
Nothing more to say
News of constant deception
Censored reception
Quick reasons to mention
Soudbites - all too clear
Left rights!
The end is near!
Someone's got to pay
Nothing more to say
12 Brainwave (03:02)
Latching onto the crowd
They never ever did it that way
Guided by a brainwave
Follow the light shunned by the herd
All the postures being played
So many proud do it that way
Coppin' on the new rave
After the fact a bit too late
They want to fit in so fucking bad
On all fours kissing so much ass
But the true will stick it through
Not fit in So be it
You can call some insane
But some use choice and do it their way
With a message to prey
Unity power within their range
Wounded in a fight
Better off dead and save your face
Too many on a straight wave
On a sick path, a clueless trace
Not fit in So be it
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