Generic Ratings: 1: Crap. 2: Okay. 3: Good. 4: Great
I’ve always had a soft spot for this one, as it was one I didn’t track down until fairly late in my rarities search. Just when I thought I’d heard them all, I finally got my hands on this, expecting it to be just another low-quality, fuzz-filled early effort. I’m not sure why it took so long to hear, given that it got an official release on the New Art Riot EP, but there you go. Thankfully I was more than pleasantly surprised when I first heard it, as it’s a very good B Side. It’s another blues based punk rock song with a huge, catchy chorus, the odd good angsty lyric, a stomping rhythm, and plenty of nice guitar moments. This is one which has catchy melodies from start to finish, the way Bradfield pulls off the pauses in the verses is great, but it’s that chorus which you’ll remember later. Good luck working out the lyrics without reading them.
Misheard Lyrics: 1. We’re dead dogs, and damn we’re stupid.
2. I wanna wake to separated wealth.
3. Take a straight jack (?) to my useless boat (??)
4. I don’t like your silly reggae hair. Dying in a fascist evil door/barn/fog
5. Speeding, so lonely, a swell atom bomb
6. Desmile twiggy, eat the egg bomb.
7. Sit, don’t stammer, our vintage smell, automatic, corporational.
Actual Lyrics: 1: We’re dead end dolls and nothing’s moving.
2: I wanna wake to a shot parade of wealth.
3: And take a spraycan to my useless vote.
4: I don’t like your city Dresden dance. I’m drowning in a manufactured ego-fuck.
5. Speeding so lonely into wall after wall
6: Teenage 20/20 beat the in-call.
7 Stick to the stomach of our fingertip call, all your rebellion corporation owned.