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Rating: In one of his many outbursts via cathode-ray tube, tele-preacher Jimmy Swaggart described rock music as the new pornography.
For some members of historic Canadian bands (including Destroyers, Superconductor, Zumpano...), this statement must have sounded like a sort of call to action, as they decided to name their common side-project 'The New Pornographers'.
Listening to their new album, it becomes clear that the irony of the six Canadians is not only connected to anecdotes about the band's formation but is an integral part of their music.
'Mass Romantic' sounds like an endless party organized on the beach where carefree songs with a high energy level (and why not, alcoholic) make you jump until dawn and where, for the first time, to satisfy your desire for dance and rock, you don't have to resort to implausible products, which especially during this summer period MTV administers to us in large doses.
The influences of this fresh power-rock, fortunately for us, are quite different and answer to the names of Kinks, Beach Boys, Pixies, Byrds—people who have educated generations on the theme of quality-joy.
You will play this CD on Friday evening after work, on Saturday morning when heading out to enjoy the longed-for weekend, and again in the evening as an appetizer to your nighttime adventures, in short, it will become inseparably linked to your moments of total leisure.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
06 Letter From an Occupant (03:46)
I'm told the eventual downfall
Is just a bill from the restaurant
You told me I could order the moon, babe
Just as long as as I shoot what I want.
What the last ten minutes have taught me
Bet the hand that your money's on
Where the hell have the 70's brought me
You traded me away long gone
For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant
The time that your enemy gives you
Good times are not the ones you want
I've cried five rivers on the way here
Which one will you stay away on?
The tune you'll be humming forever
All the words are replaced and wrong
With a shower of "Yes" and "Whatever"s
You traded me away long gone
For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant
Where have all sensations gone?
Where have all sensations gone?
Where have all sensations gone?
Where have all sensations gone?
For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant
For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant
For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant
The song
The song
The song has shaken me
The song
The song
The song has shaken me
The song
The song
The song has shaken me
The song
The song
The song has shaken me
For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant
For the love of a god, you say
Not a letter from an occupant
12 Breakin' the Law (03:28)
I can never place the name with the face.
Don't touch me, don't touch me up,
to the teeth, by the numbers.
It's not much but I'm going under.
Liar, Liar, everything's on fire.
So I don't want to hear how you crossed the wires.
Don't touch me, don't touch me up,
watch, I'll take it to the river.
You'll come to, little indian giver.
So give us the keys now,
we'll burn this hall of justice down.
Around the ankles, or just to the ground.
Hats off to the city fathers,
they're no longer a hundred feet tall.
They're no longer, no longer,
and we're just here,
another hundred feet stronger. Yeah!
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By sanvalentino3
How would you define a work where every song is well-written and each one is a little classic in itself?
It’s one hell of an album!
