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Perhaps some of you might remember my troubled relationship with the Klaxons and my subsequent rejection of anything with the prefix new and suffix rave... well, I got caught up once again...
I finally enrolled in university, studies were going really well and the girls ignored me... I was preparing for the Gypsy Urban Planning B exam when my model student life of home-school-church was turned upside down by the Shitdisco cyclone, a band with an uncertain line-up and a dirty, danceable sound, that with just a few tracks on MySpace and indieblogs had reignited my buried raver passion during those months under volumes of tomology and abrasion technologies...
And finally here’s the album, "Kingdom of Fear", the first listens are exhilarating, the tracks are bombs, and unlike the Klaxons the sound has remained dirty and nasty enough, but what excites me the most is the rhythm section... bass and drums are really on a top-notch level, bass almost always going up and down the octaves with a nice pick sound, disco drums that can't be more disco, with the hi-hat set ablaze by very fast and precise beats... it was delirium... I abandoned the study of the book "The Watering Can in Ukrainian Literature" and returned to my dear old Yamaha bass, diligently studying the bass evolutions of this great album, studies were going really well and the girls ignored me, I showed up at the Aztec horse-racing exam in my underwear raising my middle finger in front of the professor who, by a strange twist of fate, is also my father, I stained the university record with an 18 and left the room satisfied, I was a new raver once again.
And you can't imagine the joy when, on a pillar of the bridge under which Dad sent me to live, I read the names of the participants of ITALIA-LOVE-FIRENZE-EX-AREZZO-WAVE, yes, they were there too... with the money from selling a coat and a couple of vital organs I bought a first-class ticket to go to Florence to hear them...
After various misadventures and occasional cheap romantic encounters, I arrived at the field where my personal event of the year would take place... and there were my idols... including the Japanese keyboardist... but above all those 2 rhythm section wizards, one more stoned than the other... the concert started... the bassist played with his tongue and didn’t care about the struck octaves, the drummer broke 8 sticks every 13 sixteenths, recovering the three missing beats with 3 gross mistakes, the guitarist (whom I never really paid attention to) played with disarming and irritating simplicity, the keyboardist had an equalization heavily shifted towards low frequencies with puke vibrations... imprecision reigned supreme, basically, quite a mess... and here doubts arise... have we reached the point where all you need to do is buy an instrument and a polka dot t-shirt because in the end some benevolent soul will produce your album? Is it enough to know how to play the drum parts one at a time, have them put together by Pro Tools, and become the new bonzo? Or am I simply an idiot for getting caught up in this stuff?
Now, since the review is about the album, I’m giving it three stars without hesitation, because, well... it's nothing special but it's listenable and a few bomb tracks persist, of course, my esteem for these guys is well below 3 stars, but maybe it's not even their fault...
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 I Know Kung Fu (02:52)
Conversation ooo
Deconstruction ooo
Showers me in your introspection
Insurrection ooo
No protection ooo
I try to hide my erection and said
1
2
1, 2, I know kung fu
I know kung fu
I know kung fu
I have superior interior to you
And you and you and you and you
And all of you and all of you
They only read
Between the lines
But they can read you
They watch what you do
And they’ll let you know when you’re not being used
Boo hoo
1
2
1, 2, now you know what to do
I know kung fu
I know kung fu
I have superior interior to you
And you and you and you and you
And all of you and all of you
I know kung fu
I know kung fu
I have superior interior to you
And you and you and you and you
And all of you and all of you
02 Reactor Party (03:06)
Got here too late
Nothing left for you
Unless you want to wait
Nothing else to do
Back door
Cracked floor
Cracked reactor
Headaches from the generator
We’ve never heard of the ministry of sound and
We’ve never heard of the underground and
There’s not enough polis to close it down
Not enough polis in this whole town
Left over soviet
Infrastructure
Fractured nuclear
Fission rupture
Furthest outpost
of bourgeois hardcore
Cossack dancing
on a concrete dancefloor
We’ve never heard of the ministry of sound and
We’ve never heard of the underground and
There’s not enough polis to close it down
Not enough polis in this whole town
Denaturat
Purple slices
Toilet seats
with hepatitis
Anarchy
In the USSR
Disused party
In a gabba reactor
03 Disco Blood (04:30)
Donna Summer got her in my thighs, I got her in my thighs
I got Kelly Marie She's sittig on my knees,
she's making me dance.
Giorgio Moroder got him on the phone, I got him on the phone,
Bobby Orlando's coming round for tea, he's coming round for tea
Round for tea!
Got the disco feeling,
Got it on my mind,
Got in my blood
In my blood!
Dnosaur L, material & the flirts
coming round
Bobby Orlando's coming round for tea, he's caming round fort tea
Roundo for tea!
Got that disco feeling,
Got in my mind,
Got in my blood
In my blood x4
Disco-oooo
Disco-oooo
Disco-oooo
Disco-oooo
I got that disco feeling on my mind,
got in my blood
I got that disco feeling on my mind,
got in my blood
DISCO FEELING
Disco-oooo x4
09 OK (04:02)
Executive excess yes, yes, yes
It’s a model of success and
Nothing for your efforts yes and
This impresses even less and then
When you find yourself
In the wrong company
You must remind yourself
Who you'd like to be
When you find yourself
In the wrong company
You must remind yourself
Who you'd like to be
Who you'd like to be like
Who would you like to be like
How we'd like to be
Or how we like to be
Who you'd like to be like
Who would you like to be like
How we like to be liked
Oh how we like to be alive
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
I am a criminal
I try to live beyond my means and
I am a number these days
It’s good for security and I forgot my name
When you find yourself
In the wrong company
You must remind yourself
Who you'd like to be
When you find yourself
In the wrong company
You must remind yourself
Who you'd like to be
Who you'd like to be like
Who would you like to be like?
How we'd like to be
Or how we like to be
Who you'd like to be like
Who would you like to be like?
How we like to be liked
Oh how we like to be alive
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
Who do you feel like?
OK OK OK OK OK OK OK OK
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