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If, upon opening the booklet, you find the psychiatric gazes, black robes, and monastic tonsures of these five former American marines living in Germany both morbid and somehow seductive, then there's already something wrong with you, and perhaps their disturbed and pitch-black version of garage sound is just what you need.
If you have a strong stomach, start enjoying the electric banjo's abrasions, the organ and fuzzed guitars' acidity, and the relentless, seismic drum-bass engine as the binding force... as if that wasn't enough, there's a voice that at times sounds like a Captain Beefheart high on helium, and at other times like Frank Zappa dubbing an evil/demented cartoon.
Post-traumatic shock syndrome and subsequent rejection of the American Way Of Life?
Surely military life bears some responsibility for the alienation exuding from these more-than-nihilistic illustrations of sub-human life...
But in that case, we should thank Uncle Sam if, after all, the rock'n'roll result of decades of the Cold War is this impossible soundtrack for parties at the Addams family house.
The explanation could be found if, in 1966, a time machine had existed through which the five psychopaths could have seen a Cramps concert in 1980 and a Devo one in 1977, not before peeking into the basements where the Velvet Underground were spewing Sister Ray...
I know I shouldn't fall into the worst vice of the CritiCazzi, but the temptation to unleash a torrent of prefixes like "proto-punk-psych-hardcore" is quite strong for a group that, in times of emerging flower power, beats everyone to the punch with a sound that, even before being "forward," is simply "shifted." And moreover in Germany, which is geographically distant from the Anglo-American lysergic ferment, and temporally also from certain future cosmic journeys...
It's beat time,
it's hop time,
it's monk time now!
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 Shut Up (03:14)
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song about ping pong
Money order money order hear it today
I got another fifteen seconds and I'm ready to play I say
Money order money order hear it today
I got another fifteen seconds and I'm ready to play I say
I got my got my got my got my racket in hand
Not leaving till I play don't think you understand
With that dirty dirty dirty dirty look on your face
I bet you know beef jerky has an after taste GO!
Money order money order hear it today
I got another fifteen seconds and I'm ready to play I say
Money order money order hear it today
I got another fifteen seconds and I'm ready to play I say
I got my got my got my got my racket in hand
Not leaving till I play don't think you understand
With that dirty dirty dirty dirty look on your face
I bet you know beef jerky has an after taste GO!
If I know you're running
Then I know you're hiding
If I know you're running
Then I know you're hiding
If I know you're running
Then I know you're hiding
If I know you're running
CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
I said CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
I said CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
I said CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
If I know you're running
Then I know you're hiding
If I know you're running
Then I know you're hiding
If I know you're running
Then I know you're hiding
If I know you're running
CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
I said CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
I said CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
I said CHEATER
You're favouritising the
I said LIAR
Opposing team
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song about Ping Pong.
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song
It's just a song about Ping Pong
05 I Hate You (03:35)
"Hey, well i hate you with a passion baby yeah (but call me)
Well you know my hate's everlastin' baby yeahyeah (but call me)
do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you, do you,
do you know why i hate you baby? Huh, do you know?(but call me)
Cause because you make, make me, make me hate you baby, yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah
Well allright
Well i hate you baby with a passion yeah you know i do (but call me)
Oh you know my hate's everlastin' baby, yeah yeah yeah (but call me)
Ohhh you know you know you know you know why i hate you baby? Huh, do you? (but call me)
Ohhh it's because you make me hate you baby, yeahyeahyeahyeah (but call me)
Well alright"
06 Oh, How to Do Now (03:17)
Oh, how to do now.
Well, I been waiting a long long long time.
Well, I'm gonna make you you you you mine.
Well, I don't know how how how how to say.
Well, I'm gonna make you you you you mine today.
Well, I don't know how how how how to do.
Hey girl, I'm gonna put the make make make on you.
Well, that will do that will do that will do.
Make you mine, long long time today.
Oh, how to do now
07 Complication (02:24)
Complication,
Complication,
Complication,
Constipation!
People cry,
People die for you.
People kill,
People will for you.
People run,
Ain't it fun for you.
People go
To their deaths for you.
Complication!!
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By gorro
"Shut Up" manages the miracle of staging all the madness of war, through bitter and contemptuous singing, organ vertigo, and mad guitars.
The Monks were the first band to use noise, cacophony, chaos, consciously, functionally to the music and the meaning they wanted to give it.
