starsailor schreef:
Na het (terechte) verlies van een platencontract door het Outside The Gate debacle, kwam KJ in 1990 terug met een one-record deal bij Noise Entertainment, a divisie van het Duitse conglomeraat, BMG, die dachten credibility the kopen in de alternatieve muziek markt, en brachten een van KJ's beste albums uit, "Dirt, Extremities and Various Repressed Emotions."
Dit album geeft uitstekend de toenmalige desperate status van de band weer. Platzak en 'back to square one'.
Dit album is een lawine van walging, woede, sarcasme en haat, kortom alle ingredienten noodzakelijk voor een geweldig album.
Deze plaat komt ook heel echt over. Geen glitter en glamour. Gewoon verwoestende gitaren, strak drumspel door verrader Atkins, en Jaz gillend and schreeuwend naar iedereen die maar wil luisteren.
Ik luisterde vanochtend in de auto naar Age of Greed, een van mijn absolute favorieten van KJ, en moest denken aan mijn eerder geplaatste post (hierboven). Wat een intensiteit, haat en woede zit er toch in dit nummer. En ook behoorlijk actueel zo'n 26 jaar later:
Ten percent of the land
Is the hand that pulls the strings
Be the privileged few (to have to own to hold)
Power over the people yes yes
Power over people
Be the privileged few to have to own to hold
Money property assets before lives
Green gestures of a dying planet
An endless debate only too late
An appetite for gluttony
The only way is up the only way is up
But when you are up you have to try and stay there
So you stamp and cheat on people (stamp and cheat on people!)
Champagne breakfast (rewards for the killing)
And a fat waist bulging
Indulging, with what you call good living
But most of all there is too much fat on your heart - pig
A lifestyle of cholesterol
Cross collateralized cholesterol
Saving what's left from profit margin
For what?
I'll tell you what for
For some conscience easing charity - Why?
Just to justify! Just to justify!
Look at this utopia
Society based on solid foundations
Educate our children - educate them well
To feather the nest and fuck the rest
(Yes yes feather the nest and fuck the rest)
The waste expands
(Your waist expands)
While others stand at the back of the queue
I mean you
Still the same old security
For your creature comforts
Exchanging the hours of your life
For the cash you've already spent
Eating rubbish so you can pay the rent
Table wine once a week if you're lucky
In comparison
Privatize the people's lives
Be part of the company (or fade!)
Appliance of science to privatize their lives
Water is our business
Electricity is our business
Gas is our business
Lives are our business
Business is our business
Your money - my time
Your stinking industrial bathwater - my wine
Imbalance induces hate
How will you bridge the gap
Between the endless buffet
And the empty plate I have
I feel hate I feel hate
I feel hate I feel hate
(Don't be afraid to show your hate, hate!)
You just treat me like a commodity
You didn't know I couldn't even afford to feed my family
I just want to kill
I just want to take a gun
And put it to your head
And pull the trigger