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Rating: Curriculum Vitae:
Duane Denison (Guitar):
- Graduated in classical guitar at Eastern Michigan University
•- Student of the renowned classical musician Christoper Parkening
•- Member of Cargo Cult (Psychedelic-Hardcore band along with the legendary frontman of Big Boys, Randy Turner)
•- Member of Jesus Lizard
•- Member of Denison Kimball Trio (Band in which he plays Jazz)
•- Member of Firewater (Noir band with Tod Ashley (leader of Cop Shoot Cop), Dave Ouimet (Motherhead Bug), Jim Kimble (Laughing Hyenas), and Yuval Gabay (Soul Coughing)
•- Played blues in the 1999 tour with Hank Williams III, grandson of the legendary bluesman Hank Williams Sr.
•- Member of Tomahawk (Experimental supergroup influenced by Mr. Mike Patton, with other rhythmic gems (John Stanier, drummer of Helmet, and Kevin Rutmanis, bassist of Melvins)
About him, a critic as measured and sober as Piero Scaruffi, who doesn't easily tend to idolatry, states "One of the gods of modern guitar, Duane Denison delights the listener with astonishing passages in all his projects: Jesus Lizard, Firewater, and DK3"
David Sims (Bass):
•- Member of Scratch Acid (Pioneering post-hardcore band from Texas)
•- Member of Rapeman (Seminal Noise-Industrial-Core Band created by one of the distorted geniuses of modern music: Steve Albini)
•- Member of Jesus Lizard
Mac McNeilly (Drums):
•- Member of 86
•- Member of Phantom 309
A drummer who ranges from Jazz to Funk to Hardcore, passing through industrial and blues. The (well-deserved) praises for Mac McNeilly abound, an octopus god with two drumsticks, an intelligent sexual torturer jazz drummer of cymbals.
David Yow (Vocals)
•- Member of Scratch Acid (Pioneering post-hardcore band from Texas)
•- Member of Jesus Lizard
Absolutely a mental fanatic. Probably the neurotic pinnacle of all Jesus Lizard’s sound, his live performances are the essence of urban-human tragedy, of the individual's isolation that finds its only possible manifestation in dissonance, social incapacity, a noise babbling of a DDT-stuffed insect. Yow's noir deliriums, skirting the edge of schizophrenia, are the renunciation of any reaction, an agonizing description of decadence and human no-sense.
End of Curriculum.
The post-hardcore of Jesus Lizard clearly distances itself from the technical elementary of the first HC (Germs, Misfits, Black Flag, DRI), the sound does not retain an explosiveness as a cardinal factor but is devoured to scrape the belly in repeated sado-masochistic practices. The nervous breaks magnificently accentuated by Yow’s out-of-tune vocalism are the clear representation that "No Future" assumes new characteristics, rooted not in the heart, but in an immutable DNA like a stone. "Goat" - "Head" - "Liar" and "Pure" were in this sense real human tragedies, tragedies of the emotionally violated sugarpaste man, forced by his passivity to become a monothematic machine for the degradation and annihilation of will. Yow is a man with a mind dominated by the lower abdomen and by his figures of daily squalor, he sang about sado-masochism, death, industrial stench, abandonment, perpetual fading of joy. Always supported by musicians who, in the meantime, coined a post-big black language of boundless imagination.
If the first four works rank among the immortal rock masterpieces of the 20th century, this Down is paradoxically their most varied and perhaps technically complete work. David Yow loses the Scratch Acid matrix glow, showing himself weighed down and confused; thus, the fortune of such a peculiar album is mainly entrusted to the rest of the Lizard. “Down” can be considered as Denison, Sims, and Macneilly’s album. The phrasing of the rhythmic section has few equals in rock history for how inspired and pulsating it is, and the "god of modern guitar" indulges, for his part, in visionary jazz, blues, psychedelic rock, hardcore, industrial practices, using his vast repertoire of effects, counter-times, cacophonies, arpeggios, and progressions. The most disconcerting influence, for a deep connoisseur of the first part of Jesus Lizard's discography, is without a doubt that of the Californian Doors. Denison and Sims, in tracks like "The Associate" and "The Best Parts", build a psychedelic structure directly related to the marvelous LSD school of Krieger-Manzarek.
After repeated listening, the entire album appears as a vibrant and dazzling hybridization, where the spine of hardcore naturally supports the most diverse intuitions and styles of the last century. The last masterpiece of Jesus Lizard.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Fly on the Wall (03:06)
That damned fly I told you about
is keeping me up again
I'm tired as shit
Everyday at my job
Because his buzzing keeps me from dreaming.
And I can never get any rest
I can never get any rest
I can never get any rest
Sure I'll have another drink with you
Though I'm already drunk as a bottle
It's that fly that's making me drink
So I'll pass out
And sleep through his screaming
And I can never get any rest
I can never get any rest
I will never get any rest
Back in that room
That's not mine anymore
It's possessed by the drone of a monster
Goddamned fly I told you about
The moon shines on his wings
And they're gleaming
And I can never get any rest
I can never get any rest
I can never get any rest
etc...
02 Mistletoe (01:53)
You use mistletoe
You use mistletoe
I call poison control
You try to kill me
You try to kill me
I call poison control
You break my arm
You break my arm
You burn my head
You burn my head
I call the police in
I'll kill you now
I'll kill you now
I'll kill you now
I'll kill you now
I call my brother to here
I call my brother to here
You a lying crazy
I call my brother to here
Hey brother
You smother my breath
You cut my breast
I call an ambulance
You take me down
I call your name out
I need you with me
I call your name out
I love you my man
I call your name out
I want you to stay here
I call your name out
I can't leave you
I call you name out
You a pig-eyed comments
I'll give it to you
You a pig-eyed comments
I'll give it to you.
03 Countless Backs of Sad Losers (03:00)
No cat would ever do that
Matter of fact
No self-respecting monkey would
Someone will pay the price
Like a frozen corpse
Someone will cough it up
Because the land lies like this
I feel carbonated (I feel)
I feel spring-loaded (I feel)
Someone will pay the price
One thousand years
Someone will cough it up
I'm the kitchen sink
You're an oil pan
We are lanced cysts
Their footprints are on
Countless backs of sad sad losers
Now all these dumb trusters
Have shit on their faces
Got fucked up their asses
And put in their places.
05 The Associate (05:00)
City street map outskirts of town
South side skyscraper scape
Serve and protect my ass
Search and annoy
Search and annoy
Search and annoy
Seek hunt
There is a motive for every movement
There is a motive for every movement
There is a motive for every movement
There is a motive for every movement
This is the way I remember it to be
This is the way I remember it to be
This is the way I remember
Your skin to be
You've got skin like porcelain
Like dirty porcelain
Like restroom porcelain
Like crusty porcelain
The best place for you is the hell out of my sight
The best place for you is the hell out of my sight
The best place for you is the hell out of my sight
The best place for you is the hell out of my sight
This is the way I remember it to be
This is the way I remember it to be
This is the way I remember it to be
Write a check
Write a check
And make it out to my associate
Make it to your associate
Be content
With a less than spicy lifestyle
09 American BB (02:18)
My confounded partner says
Meow meow meow beep beep
I'm woke up to start some shit
In they cloak room
Next time you kids run
Through my yard
Go around
Next time you kids run
Through my yard
Go around
My confounded partner says
Meow meow meow beep beep
All they cloaks hang side by each
In they cloak room
Next time you kids run
Through my yard
Go around
Next time you kids run
Through my yard
Go around
I'm gonna call your mother
And your father in there
I'm gonna break yolur arms
And break both your legs
I'm gonna cut little gill slits
In the side of your neck
And blow in them with a straw
My confounded partner she says
My confounded partner she says
My confounded partner she says
Meow meow meow
Meow meow meow
Meow beep beep
12 Elegy (03:48)
The pathetic sight of your sunken eyes
The angular lines of your hips and waist
The light and the dark
Of your vallied ribs
The skeletal draw
Of your temples and cheeks
Your breath but a wisp
From your string thin lips
The acrid stink of your face and mouth
Unsound unsure...your shaky legs
Just when you're about to
Learn to smile again
I'm going to be the one to
Teach you how to cry
13 The Best Parts (02:55)
She leans on you with that drunk grin
She gives the boys
A look at the best parts
She's always a couple bucks short
And that picture
Of her in Berlin
Gets them every time
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