I was standing on my fire escape and I saw

80 Blocks From Tiffany's(1979)

Documentry about real street gangs in the late 70s
and it's just like "The Warriors"; vests with back patches, ridiculous gang leaders, ridiculous gang hang outs, ridiculous names(Savage Nomads and Savage Skulls), ridiculous tags, general ridiculousity.
and check out the black kid rockin a swastika at 9:44

Relic Rhymes

what on earth was I thinking? in 2006 IIIIIIIIII...
...made no sense.

While the Mega City Pousers pray to the god of Retail and fashion
I’m Bootleggin freedom to the murder junkies but they’re all crashin"
to go along with

Therapy and thoughts for crash course
of molding metal
and a tremendous force
the nuns Screaming blue monday till their throats bleed and they're hoarse
Same damn mindset like when I was shot down over the masses for revealing the source
That showed their precious leaders getting turned out like little whores
And the bruises that show up from the slams and there is no remorse
Feel like the same old bullets rippin through the little kiddie’s course
Circa dawn of time and humans were 2012 AD proof
I was sittin on the stoop turnin clocks trying to save my mind
Black masked and knives out but not trying to hide behind the crime
But god must have loved my hair cuz he put me on high
And all I needed to finish the last line was a little proof to shine
Death to king, and all the kings’ men
the castle and the crowns will be trampled to the ground
Cuz they didn’t give a fuck about the earth you moved and what you found.
And it just hurt to damn much to bear witness to that sound
that could break the back of atlas and turn your mountains into mounds

...anyway
enough of that stuff

I don't think I could remember you
even if I tried
an A+ for the mental block
C- for keeping my pride

The urge is getting out of hand

And now....

I'ts a one horse town, where the dead will drag us down.

wake up
get up
out of bed
smashed your back
bashed your head
missed your bus
take the trolly
watch the young kids
snortin molly
you think about
your great mistakes
but your life now surely
takes the cake
all through the day
all through the night
this feels like
one big fight
bombing brings us back to basics
but could anyone ever face it
drink on monday wash on friday
watch the dried up land burns away
drown tomorrow live today
if not for you then for us anyway
station to station
every sunday
singing praises
to their wax dummy
the splintered cross
the broken star
the violent moon and the peaceful flower






"how about a drink boys"
Pass the flask
but you
won't you ask
thats not your crew
this ain't your task
use your hands
shift the dirt
do shit work
to buy pressed shirts...


Dig in the dug out
get some candy
sugar your losses
with rot and decay
grab the best seats
for Judgment day
it's on its own time
its on its way
can't think about
what you're gonna say
because
your engines shot
and your nerves are frayed
a swift sharp slap across the face
jolts you back to this dreadful place
steal your honey when they stole your money
well no point now
it's real funny
back to bed for another day
why be the coward or their slave
when you know you could make it
your own way!



stop the world to stop the meltdown
media circus
media clowns
the daily grind
and the weekly grate
pay for the meal
of the boss you hate
you keep pushin
they ain't budgin
and nobodys daring
or craving
caring.
Shove, shift, shoulder
on the station
two trains pass
to pure desolation
this city saps you
of all your fight
drowning in steel
and glass and lights
bleached colgate smiles
only deepen the void
cheaps thrills leave
the youth destroyed
play your part,
stand in line
keep dreaming of the day
when your band gets signed
all your worth
in big, bold letters,
scrawled across that
collegiate sweater
living dead
attack of the drones
wayfayers hide
your empty soul
inhale the smoke
to catch a break
living just for
living's sake


Youre frettin, youre sweatin
But did you notice you aint gettin
Youre frettin, youre sweatin
But did you notice you aint gettin ANYWHERE!

It's gonna hurt.

The Horrors- Primary Colours - 2009



All the way back in that marvelous year of 2006 a brand new band was sweeping the battlefield of myspace and infecting Ipods with their shrieking, howling, vomiting, lurid, ghoulishly frightful(and very campy) sound. This band was The Horrors, and while the black-clad, gigantic backcombed haired boys definitely had plenty of that 1977 Punk angst and attitude not to mention enough style to make the Ziggy Stardust-era David Bowie jealous, their entire act came off as somewhat of a gimmick. Albeit a very well played gimmick.


Fast forward to the shitacular era of 2009, when the music world is rife with "Art Punkers"(read: late New Ravers) trying to reinvent the wheel that Test Icicles and Klaxons shaped so masterfully, and to reconvene where we left off with The Horrors would certainly feel like they were simply contributing to the death of their credibility and more importantly youth music, but thankfully not so. The Horrors 2009 effort, Primary Colours, is a dark, somber, atmospheric, and most importantly big "FUCK YOU!" to all the people who said The Horrors never had it in 'em.

The album is complete 180 in terms of music, this time taking their cues from Post-Punk bands such as Joy Division, Echo And The Bunnymen, and The Fall to Shoegaze bands like Slowdive, The Verve and My Bloody Valentine and even proto-just-about-every-form-of-electronic-music Kraftwerk. On their previous adventures The Horrors made great use of that Hammond Electric, although it seemed to be in the band more for profiling purposes than creative value. This album, which see's a switch between Bassist Tomethy Furse, and Keyboardist Spider Webb makes complete use of the valued machine, this time however switching from Hammond Organ to either repeater Kraftwerk-ian beats or ethereal walls of sound, a là Slowdive. Gone are the blues driven 3 chord riot riffs and bastardizing approach to music, in favor of effects driven drones, which grow and and morph and engulf like a fire. A very psychedelic fire. Gone too are all of the shrieking fast paced horror-punk lyrics of singer Farris Badwan (neé "Rotter") in favor of a more Ian Curtis like approach, dealing with human emotions such as despair and loss. His low voice drags on ethereally with the soundscape created by the band and it all works wonderfully.

To me The Horrors have always been a quintessential Goth band, and no not the fat-girl-with-tubes-in-her-hair-who-never-had-any-friends-because-she-never-made-herself-even-remotely-appealing-and-whines-about-it-on-her-blogspot-through-so-called-"poetry" Goth; the true traditional Goth of the Batcave venue where the whole of the Goth look and feel meandered from and the music of bands such as Bauhaus, Sisters Of Mercy, Joy Division, The Chameleons and Southern Death Cult(who eventually became rock icons The Cult). Songs such as Sea Within A Sea evoke a Krautrock/Kraftwerk feel with it's looping, recurrent back-beat and droning lyrics, while Scarlet Fields(for my money the best track on the album) has a synth soundscape that feels like a reworked "Love Will Tear Us Apart". Mirror's Image, the opening track is a great kicker with a fantastic mixture of Iggy Pop's The Idiot and The Verve's A Storm In Heaven, and while most of the songs bear resemblance to their influences all of the music feels refreshingly original.

Thankfully this album is an absolute triumph for the band. With that being said however I must say that Farris Badwan's lyrics can tend to fall on the drab and dreary cliché side, but that is only a minor setback. While these lyrics may not be original, the entirety of the album is. The Horrors tried to paint a picture with sound and made a wonderfully grim mess of the place.

Rating:

I can't write about big things

I can't even write.
The only comment I'll give on this is that it's a work in progress
which says a lot actually.
...damnit.


I'm not going to start caring simply because
You're dying.

fuck all these sounds.
There are spiders in the blankets and on the pillows and the lips
That wall of comfort has collapsed
This debris signifies the end of change...(work in progress)
for nothing.
blood
for nothing
creativity
for nothing
The stars and the nebulas are really quite insignificant.

Face to face with a hurricane
or a
Car wreck
You can't understand

I'm sure
It was the way your body screamed
No
in that light
and those ancient doctrines that damn and divide
that burned that night

when all you know is hate
it's so easy to open up to
when all you ever dreamt about fame
it's so easy to know and not care
I
Identify
with you because of the hate
the odium
under which that heavy hand
does falls upon your nape.

Life is so lame.

I was finished here before the gun even sounded
starting the race that would end so many lives
founded
by the losers and the suckers of yesteryear
but now you and I lost the fear
we've become the tip of the spear


I want my words
to spur a sense of emotion
and origanilty
that can only come from a god of sorts
the likes of that handsome devil
that perfect hair
but god decided to play a joke on me.
it wasn't my time and it wasn't my place.
I am your proof
i am proof
i am living proof
that you never existed.



Save
You will not get into my head that way
and don't think those pictures will fool me anymore
this slave
has lost his appeal
and i dont believe that genetics made such a glamourous mistake.


These hands will write your sins
and damn you to the future you deserve
your destiny in front of millions
your fate at the edge of the stage.
its always so bright.



I shout towards the heavenly sky!
but my shouts are drowned out
by the flames in the night
falling into orbit
the feeling of the tariffs
those rounds can only do so much
this night can only protect you for so long.

Rocket, Rocket USA

You Already Know What Time It Is (Why You Comin' Back Red Ryder)

how I wish you'd scream oh how I wish you'd howl.

And once again the same needle persits
but you already know what time it is
and you still ask
have i made it
have i made it
will i make it clear enough for you?

then prey on god at night
just like I do
and if you reach him
No, you can't catch him
when he tricks you
and lets you in
let him know that fear can't sleep
but not because it wouldn't like to.

There aren't too many wars you've got left to fight
and i'm sure you'll always cry on the frontlines
after this night will you still work the same
of course not, otherwise I'm just as weak as you are
So listen you fucker
enjoy your hideousness more
it's all you've really got to go on.
so save it
save it
save it

If the fattie ever wises up
just leave her
don't belive her
how could she love you
how could anyone.

and if you make it back to New Orleans
leave him
leave him
because he hates you
and you'll never be the same
It's written all over his face
he such a strong distaste for all the things you crave in this modern life

I can make you talk
I can make you shake
666 chambers
decide your fate

On this day
you were unlucky enough to stop here
but this day will decide your destiny
so thank me


I really hate to be the one to do this
but i'm letting you live.

and this is where the wildthings run into trouble.



Your commitment to this game really suprises me
i've never seen youcare so much before
Wait, have I?
asking for questions that you already know
the answer was never hard to follow


your a scared little bitch and i can't think of the proper words that i can use to describe you, probably because you're such an archetypical character
that what ever i'd like to say about you has already been said far too many times
if you had a choice i'm sure that you would have us factionilized but in the end you're one of those people
a liberator who'd actually like to be a dictator.


There's knife in the throat
I think you really overlooked how bad it is
looks like you've gone limp
in that coat.


If genius steals, apparantly i'm Daniel Ocean because i hate you and god and theres no middle man so fuck all conciousness.
mayhaps this bullshit will balance out but if the stars have told me anything it's "Don't listen, we're fucking liars"


That same desperation still lingers after all these years
It's that old familiarity and fuck your tears
I mean it
I mean it


maybe after all this we can finally generate some good thoughts
that positive vibe was really worn out decades ago.
but lets save it.


is that still the way you talk
have you made it?
have you made it?
will you make it?

Get out of my mouth
I won't have it.
those ways your fingers curl around every word i ever said
you just can't seem to let it go
how sad
is that the point though?

theres a pulse in everythought throughout history but is that still the point you wanna stress
will you move on?
well, how could you move on?



light
transition
forgotten wars that all smell the same


I was finished here before the gun even sounded
starting the race that would end so many lives
founded
by the losers and the suckers of yesteryear
but now you and I lost the fear
we've become the tip of the spear

Sick Down To My Heart

It's amazing that everyone will collectively gather the same thought and ask me how one person who I couldn't possibly know anything about now, is doing.
G-d always just sorta rubs thing in unintentionally.

That's just the way it goes.

I've fallen in love with Morrissey all over again, In anticipation for his new album I downloaded his best reviewed old one, The beauitufl Vauxhall And I, andomgggggggggg


Just listen to Why don't You Find Out For Yourself.


I think Lonliness is cyclical.
Sometimes I feel like I could conquor the world alone, and other times, like now, I just want to be held.
I haven't been around here for some time.
I just haven't felt the need to write about anything, but a lot has happened.
Just not around these parts.

Is this natural? If it is I'm afraid.

Welly welly welly welly well.

It's a new year.
It started off well, and if begining's tell you anything about endings, then this one should be chaotic.
but I'm ready.





I'm so not ready.