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Rating: Here, on this work, I no longer feel the delirium, something that until Sister lingered. Bad Moon Rising was just delirium.
Basically, a nice pop album, catchy choruses, lovely melodies. Just right, a bourgeois noise-bore fabricated in an office for a debut in society through a nod to a major, disguising the pseudo underground deception with a double album, chic-shock the trick to trigger an invitation to the bourgeois salon.
The step back for official proselytism is done. From "man does not live by bread alone" to "panem et circenses". What can we do, the flesh is weak. The interdiction they have violently imposed on themselves has disconcerted me. But it is more the reckless race to label it a masterpiece that is the misunderstanding of this album, which remains a good work misunderstood by the thick glitter with which it is adorned.
Don't get me wrong, it barely scrapes a passing grade, 7+, no more. More than burned, youth ended... We want to live more than thirty years the "boys" seem to say: bring on the slippers.
A substitute, a palliative, a compromise transform the impersonal vanity of the initial ardor into an egoic vanity of surrender to the boredom of eternity that exhausts everyone in the temptation to gather some fruits. But they are slightly unripe apples compared to the never exploited previous maturity of a transcendent psychic redundancy that balanced on the razor's edge of madness and that sabotaged the deception of marking time.
There is no longer the persistence in childhood like Oskar Matzerath, they want to play drums of gold and no longer of tin. There is the leap in quality, in style in this work, the decision to "grow up," which, however, in a certain sense tricks them as the tension of the battle against the trip-up of participation that in previous works literally mesmerized you fades away, touching the visible and the invisible, while here there is a relaxation due to the wear of the primordial aura that shielded considerations.
In short, here everyone sees the comet, compared to the previous trails and tails born eclipsed. They are no longer "impunished obscure." They begin to reflect in the pond and from unaware occult toads that they were, they kiss themselves for a return of mirror-beauty that allows a "tamed" audience to see them, a tactile materialization of part of their obscene brilliance.
With the normalization of their monstrous logically comes the success of globalized extravagance. Without blame or judgment, we acknowledge this homologated "masterpiece."
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Teen Age Riot (06:56)
You're it.
No, you're it.
Yeah, you're really it.
You're it.
No, I mean it, you're it.
Say it, don't spray it.
Spirit desire, face me.
Spirit desire, don't displace me.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Miss me, don't dismiss me.
Spirit desire, spirit desire.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Spirit desire, spirit desire.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Spirit desire, we will fall.
Everybody's talking 'bout the stormy weather,
And what's a man to do but work out whether it's true?
Looking for a man with a focus and a temper,
Who can open up a map and see between one and two.
Time to get it before you let it get to you.
Here he comes now -- stick to your guns and let him through.
Everybody's coming from the winter vacation,
Taking in the sun in a exaltation to you.
You come running in on platform shoes,
With Marshall stacks to at least just give us a clue.
Ah, here it comes, I know it's someone I knew.
Teenage riot in a public station,
Gonna fight and tear it up in a hypernation for you.
Now I see it,
I think I'll leave it out of the way.
Now I come near you,
And it's not clear why you fade away.
Looking for a ride to your secret location,
Where the kids are setting up a free-speed nation for you.
Got a foghorn and a drum and a hammer that's rocking,
And a cord and a pedal and a lock, that'll do me for now.
It better work out,
I hope it works out my way.
'Cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city's head,
Takes a teen age riot to get me out of bed right now.
You better look it, we're gonna shake it up to him.
He acts the hero, we paint a zero on his hand
We know it's down,
We know it's bound too loose.
Everybody's sound is round it,
Everybody wants to be proud to choose.
So who's to take the blame for the stormy weather,
You're never gonna stop all the teenage leather and booze.
It's time to go round, a one man showdown -- teach us how to fail.
We're off the streets now, and back on the road on the riot trail.
02 Silver Rocket (03:46)
Snake in it
jack into the wall
TV amp on fire
blowin' in the hall
gun yr. sled
close yr. peeping toms
turbo organizer
crankin' on the knob
You got it
yeh ride the silver rocket
can't stop it
burnin hole in yr pocket
hit the power
psycho helmets on
you got to splice yr. halo
take it to a moon
nymphoid clamor
fuelling up the hammer
you got to fake out the robot
and pulse up the zoom
You got it
yeh ride the silver rocket
can't stop it
burnin hole in yr pocket
can't forget the flashing
can't forget the smashing
the sending and the bending
the ampisphere re-entry
You gotta have the time
Got a letter in your mind
Gotta heart injection
That you got yourself a line
You got it
yeh ride the silver rocket
can't stop it
burnin hole in yr pocket
03 The Sprawl (07:39)
To the extent that I wear skirts
and cheap nylon slips
I've gone native
I wanted to know the exact dimension of hell
does this sound simple?
Fuck you! Are you for sale?
Does 'Fuck you' sound simple enough?
This was the only part that turned me on
but he was candy all over
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
I grew up in a shotgun row
sliding down the hill
out front were the big machines
steel and rusty now I guess
outback was the river
and that big sign down the road
that's where it all started
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
come on down to the store
you can buy some more, and more, and more, and more
you can buy some more, more, more, more
06 Total Trash (07:30)
It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
It's never the same
It's more than a game
Can't take it away
Can't kill all the shame
It's a guilty man
That increased the crack
It's total trash
Sack 'em on the back
With a heavy rock
There he goes again
Magic monkey friend
Can I love the time
That he seems to spend
With all the kids in town
It start at the top
Now it's spiralling down
Works best when it's lost
Diggin' under the ground
Never mind it now
We can bring it back
It's total trash
And it's a natural fact
That I'm not no cow
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