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Hammer (October 2003)
Score yourself some punk points by snagging this proper hardcore punk rock gem
from the real punk underground. Featuring ex-members of scene legends Extreme
Noise Terror/Doom/Stalingrad/Hard To Swallow and recorded at Bradford's infamous
1 in 12 Club - it's top draw apocalyptic hardcore with more confusion and terror
than a weekend in Monrovia. Spoof packaged with spoof garage band liner notes
and US war-machine baiting, The Devils seem intent on pissing people off - a welcome
relief. This is one of those albums recorded so quietly you need to turn everything
up for full effect. So you can either listen to it extremely loud or not at all.
Got a f**king problem with that? Alex Burrows (8) Kerrang
10th Sept 2003
KKKK
Evil debut
from Bradford hardcore punks.
Never judge a CD by it's cover - The Devils
look like they trade in sleazy punk rock, but the reality is far nastier. With
song titles such as 'One Man's Meat Is Another Man's Forearm' and 'Don't Rape
My Dear Papa, Then Rub Your Penis In My Face', you just know you're in for something
tough, uncompromising and, most probably, very uncomfortable. Sure enough, this
is extreme hardcore-punk UK-style, reeking most strongly of Napalm Death circa
'Scum', albeit with much longer songs and a massive dose of metal splurged into
the political mix. All of which isn't surprising because The Devil's include various
ex-members of Doom, Extreme Noise Terror, and Stalingrad in their dual scream-powered
line-up. Altogether, a satisfying brutal album. ESSI BERELIAN Mass
Movement
Oh yeah, here we go... The
Devils reach out and slaughter ya with their strangely satisfying blend of metal-core,
crust flavoured HC and reckless abandon. The vocals shred with a black metal intensity
and combined with the HC war horse that the rest of the band delivers, makes for
one impressive records. Discharge meets Cradle Of Filth meets Neurosis anyone?
All hail the new titans of Black HC! (Tim)
Terrorizer
(Nov 2003)
The new album by The Devils is one that should make any fan of
British hardcore and /or music with political slant take notice.
Considering the short list of top shelf bands from which The Devils
take members, you had better take notice, fucker. First, moving
on, the music. If you are into distorted, undiluted hardcore with
a punk attitude and duo vocals, then The Devils are for you. If
nothing else this record is harsh. They are good at using the
studio to their advantage, cutting up their songs, adding samples,
which are also chopped up and looped, not only between the tracks
but on top of them, sandwiching in soundscapes and noise to boot.
Additionally there's an industrial influence in places, that in
the sense of ad nauseam repetition and bone-headed riffing if
you'll pardon the phrase. There's a part that sounds to have been
taken right off the first S.O.D. record. Nice one. The lyrics,
also repetitive in places, maybe to the point of being Swans'ish
and the presentation by way of the sleeve and lyric sheet, secondly,
are definitely political but also inventive. It's obvious that
The Devils have put a lot of time into this area (not to mention
their song and album as a whole arrangements, products it sounds
like of the practice room as well as the studio.) It reminds me
a bit of the way Refused out together their underappreciated 'The
Shape Of Punk To Come'. At first inattentive listen The Devils
might sound like another crust band with two singers, but one
should do him or herself a favour and really listen, in order
to benefit from everything that's going on with 'How I Learned
To Stop Worrying...'. You'll be glad you did. 7.5 (Richard Johnson)
Direct
Hit #3 ( Northern Ireland)
Where on Earth, or Hell for that matter do I start
with this one. There's so much going on in it, that I was shackled,
spellbound and equally confused by every chord struck and grunt/scream
bellowed. Dubbed a UK super group, comprising of stalwarts from
influential bands from the crust / punk / hardcore /grind scenes.
The Devils are an overdose of spazzed out manic metallic hardcore
(in it's most brutal and ferocious form). Tortured dual vocals,
yelled / roared / screamed - that sound evil and menacing beyond
doubt. I was particulary taken by the bass licks, comprising of
classic old Bostons beats, coupled with more slow slaps to and
an all out thrash feast. Smoking guitar riffage only adds to the
intensity of the whole thing and this territying CD leaves me
floored. If you are into the harsh sounds of Stalingrad, Jeniger,
The Dagda, Neurosis, Ripcord then you'll want to snap this baby
up!!
Reason
To Believe #10
It's difficult to describe this. Let me start by
saying 3 of the last Stalingrad line-up is on this and that's
a good starting point, but the songs have a more repetitive groove
kinda crusty stoner but with the duel screaming vocals of Rich
and Pete, mixed with really good use of samples make this a definite
winner. Live they terrorise, sometimes it's kinda cabaret but
when on form they'll kick your arse so hard. (JK)
Riot
77 (Ireland)
Loaded with political information but harnessing
a fifties Hot Rod look about the packaging, lead me to believe
that this would be the sound of rockabilly garage greasers. Oddly,
The Devils contain ex-members of Hard To Swallow, Doom and Extreme
Noise Terror. It's unrelenting thrashy hardcore to the max, that
offers little melody or indeed anything that would go along with
the visual aspect of the disc. That said, and once you get over
the ferocious attack of the music, it becomes all the more apparent
that, The Devils are good at what they do and have clearly been
reading up on what they're spouting. Plenty of political analysis
to ponder over here in the insert, mainly pointing out the obvious
fucked up elements of this world that remain unchanged.
Rocksound
October 2003
7/10
Now here's a band who enjoy taking listener preconceptions and
shitting all over them. Encased in a cover suggesting either a
collection of ersatz lounge music or another shower of garage-band
wannabes (yawn), 'How I Learned...' is actually an enjoyable nasty
noisecore outing from former members of Stalingrad, Hard To Swallow,
Doom and Extreme Noise Terror. It's good to hear (or rather read)
some unabashedly anti-capalist finger pointing in the shape of
'Clothe Fucking Slave (On Your soul You Reap)' and 'One Man's
Meat Is Another Man's Forearm' (sample lyric: "Nike has got
me and bought my soul"). The band's Sabbath-meets-Discharge
assault is refreshingly direct and bullshit-free, but experiments
such as an ambient-grind cover of 'Girl From Ipanema' and the
drum'n'bass inflected 'The Stylist Says' reveal a laudable spirit
of adventure. Noisecore, yes, but not as we know it. (Joe Stannard)
The
Devils also have a feature on them in this issue on page 87, in
Rocksound's Exposure Section
Profane
Existence #46 (USA)
Debut LP by this British outfit, which claims members of DOOM,
STALINGRAD, and EXTREME NOISE TERROR. Though it sounds most like
the latter in their more recent period (“Phonophobia”
and later), it’s got more experimental dimension, bringing
OPTIMUM WOUND PROFILE to mind. Classic dueling vocals, i.e., bloody
shrieks vs. grumbling bulldozer, pitched over brutal metal-core.
This is a little too polished for my tastes, but many fans of
the aforementioned bands, as well as metalheads into the likes
of CARCASS and NAPALM DEATH , will enjoy it. Lyrically it’s
a bit of an enigma, ranging from the overtly misanthropic to the
genuinely concerned. If you can figure it out, let me know. (Mr.
H)
Ox
(Germany)
Kam mir ja gleich irgendwie bekannt vor, dieser Sänger. Und
genau, es ist der Sänger von STALINGRAD, einer Band, die
man mit ihrem leicht konfusen Hardcore mit den skurrilen Texten
ja nur lieben oder hassen konnte. Dieser Kerl mit dem unverwechselbarem
Kreischorgan wird nun von Gestalten von DOOM, EXTREM NOISE TERROR
und HARD TO SWALLOW begleitet, also alles nicht gerade Anfänger
in der Crustpunk- und Hardcoreszene. Entsprechend
auch der musikalische Output, metallischer Hardcore mit leichten
Crust-Einsprengseln. Wenn ich ehrlich bin ist dieses Rumgekreische
mir auf die Dauer doch eher etwas zu nervig .
.. Putzig auf jedem Fall die Aufmachung als 50s-Rip-Off, manch
dämlicher Rock'n'Roller dürfte nach Verinnerlichung
dieses Werkes noch blöder aus der Wäsche gucken. Für
Menschen, die es gerne mal etwas abgefahrener lieben: Antesten
(7/10)
Collective-Zine
Now this is how to package and release a CD! AMAZING
cover art, inlay art, recommended books to read, essays on weapons
statistics, the Liverpool dockers strikes and all the lyrics are
insightful and thought provoking, if a little unsubtle. One song
repeats “Nike has got me but I won't go, Nike has got me
and bought my soul”, although a very disturbing and interesting
topic, doesn’t strike me as being the best way to shout
about it or educate people. The
music is as you’d expect with (is it 7?) Hardcore nuts in
a band, two vocalists one screaming, one growling (the opposites
ends of hell?!), and every other instrument played as fast as
it can possibly be whilst still quite interesting with time changes
and shit like that. I
listened to this a few times and it's quite good for scaring people
when they ask what music I like, personally though the ideas and
packaging overshadowed the music. Nice and pissed off music that
actually says something and cares. Best quote ever “I had
a friend who became an advertiser, they are no longer a friend
of mine.” Awesome.
Unfit
For Human Consumption (Ireland)
How many of you witnessed The Devils at the Warzonefest
this year? Insane eh!?! The record is just as insane although
sans the visual treat of two lunatic frontmen terrorising an audience.
And you know when a band is made up of ex-members of Stalingrad,
Doom, Extreme Noise Terror and Hard To Swallow they’re gonna
to be well fuckin loud and heavier than a bag of donkey balls.
Riff after riff gets steamrolled out, offset by manic vocals and
the occasional sample added in there for good measure and extra
dementedness. The fuckin funny thing about this record though
is the cover, all happy happy laid back looking lulling the curious
listener into thinking relaxed sounds are soon to follow so when
they do put on the cd it will blow their fuckin heads clean off.
Ha ha. Recorded at the legendary 1 in 12 Club in Bradford, songs
like “America Aint Shit Because The White Man Has A God
Complex”, “Ewans Song” and “Child of God”
will kick your fuckin head in. The lyrical department has had
a lot of work thrown into it and the booklet also houses a piece
on weapon statistics, and a Liverpool Dockers support stories
where 105 ports worldwide stopped working in support of their
plight. Over 40 minutes of uncomfortable music here and I love
it. (TM)
Amplify
This
Try and imagine what it might
be like if six blokes came up to you in a dark alley, two of them scream in your
ear (literally) about just how fucked the world is and about your role in the
whole mess while the remaining four get really close to beating your skull in
with metal bars. This is not something you can easily dismiss. Such are The Devils.
For
those of us who were lucky or brave enough to have seen Stalingrad, Hard To Swallow,
Doom and/or Extreme Noise Terror play live, this CD should come as no surprise.
It's the logical progression of all the previous bands these guys were in, and
delivers like you might expect in the vein of Born Against, Deadguy and Rorschach
et al. When
people talk about hardcore and metal in the same sentence, they rarely have in
mind the kind of stand-back-in-amazement-and-fear that this record and band present.
It drips with a considered hatred for consumerism and all things corporate - "Nike
has got me but I won't go" - all the while strapped to the front of a steam
train of a rhythm section that manages to keep things sounding relatively fresh
and interesting for the duration. The Devils are pretty intense – there is
a brief respite from the pounding in 'Girl From Ipanema' but if you like your
hardcore decidedly emo-free, then this is definitely for you Drowned
In Sound
Loud, noisy, messy. Three
words that immediately spring to mind when confronted with The Devils' choleric
din. But then, with members of UK noisecore gurus Stalingrad, Hard To Swallow,
Doom and the one and only Extreme Noise Terror in the ranks you ain't gonna find
no Christmas No.1 contenders on here! The concept of this, their debut, is reflected
somewhat in its title, but inspiration seems to have come from Lard’s ‘Pure
Chewing Satisfaction’ artwork, the CD being packaged in a pre-1950s/wartime
fashion with various military and political quotes that serve to highlight the
futility of war, including statistics such as how much nuclear weapons the US
currently has and how many nuclear threats it has made during political disputes.
Through
song-titles such as ‘One Man’s Meat Is Another Man’s Forearm’
and ‘Don’t Rape My Papa And Then Rub Your Penis In My Face’,
these Bradford-based noiseniks seem to cover some pretty controversial subject
matter, although the lyrics don’t overtly appear to make that much sense.
The Devils are fronted by two burly skinheads whose hostile throat-wretching seem
more than capable of reducing the likes of Raging Speedhorn’s dual throat-shredders
to tears, so venomous and hate-filled is their assault, and through containing
some of the hardcore thrash scene’s true protagonists, 'How I Learned...'
is an essential purchase for anyone still recovering from the onslaught of their
aforementioned previous outfits. Playdead
5
Jesus Fuckin Crap. If it's loud scary
and metal you want then look no further. The Devils are here for your soul and
are gonna take it by inflicting as many dirty metal riffs, screamy vocals and
some genius samples on you as humanly possible in the fastest possible time. I
have no clue what these guys are saying but from titles like 'This Is War And
This Is What It's Good For' and 'One Mans Food Is Another Mans Forearm'. I'm guessing
they've got some issues. So that's issues + metal + tinges of hardcore and that
equals a big fuck off slice of noise. What more can I say, there's no way loads
of people are gonna be into this, but those who are will love it and it's always
better to be loved by the few than liked by the many right. (MB) Rancid
News #3 - 5/5
The Devils are the closest
thing you will get to a UKHC supergroup, featuring ex-members of Doom, Hard To
Swallow, Stalingrad & Extreme Noise Terror, and their combined influences
have conspired together to create one of the best new records I've heard in a
while. The dynamism here is almost too much to follow and it all just flows together
song changes disguised with samples, quotes, and some cases odd noises whilst
in song, it chop and turns, hither and thither, giving an almost schizeophrenic
feel to this adreline infused HC. And it all comes packaged in some of the coolest,
most original packaging combining a retro style look with political facts and
statistics. All of this is pulled off supremely well, flawless in fact, for The
Devils have created what is sure to become a renowned work of art. Quite simply
this is a stunning debut. (Geoff) Big
Cheese Magazine - 5/5
Everything about this release from The Devils kicks so much ass! The album itself
is dark and brooding power thrash hardcore punk but with the best use of politically
related voice sampling and special weird echo effects ever. The obviously politically
motivated Devils are everything that I love about hardcore but with something
else weird added that's too insanely cool to describe. The Devils rock live too
if you can handle a fight with the audience, albeit a very stylish be suited fight.
And what better way to predict the end than with a rousing fight down the local
in your favourite dinner jacket!
Hayley O' Keefe Logo
Magazine
Comprised solely of ex-veterans from the UK’s hardcore underground (Stalingrad,
Hard To Swallow, Doom and Extreme Noise Terror) The Devils wear their contentious
post-supergroup status with unabashed narcissism. Fusing the unrelenting metallic
assault on which each member built their reputation into an amalgamation of stringent
hardcore roots and hostile metal, The Devils appeal will resonate across the breadth
of the hardcore fraternity. From the consistently stark monologue that resides
at the tail-end of each track to their twisted barrage of song titles, there’s
no doubting that the fusion of the forgotten pieces of UK hardcore has The Devils
revitalised and ready for battle. Ox
Magazine (Germany)
Kam mire ja gleich irgendwir bekannt vor, dieser Sanger. Und genau, es ist der
Sanger von Stalingrad, einer band, die man mit ihrem leicht konfusen Hardcore
mit den skurrilen Texten ja nur lieben oder hassen konnte. Dieser Kerl mit dem
unverwechselbarem Kreischorgan wird nun von Gestalten von Doom. Extreme Noise
Terror und Hard To Swallow begleitet. also alles nicht gerade Anfanger in der
Crustpunk und Hardcorescene. Entsprechend auch der musikalische Output, metallischer.
Hardcore mit liechten Crust-Einsprengseln. Wenn ich ehrlich bin ist dieses Rumgekreische
mir auf die Dauer doch eher etwas zu nevig... Putzig auf jedem Fall die Aufmachung
als 50's-Rip Off, manch damlicher Rock'N'Roll durfte nach verinnerlichung dieses
werkes noch bloder aus der Wasche fucken. Fur Menschen, die es gerne mal etwas
abgefahrener lieben: Antesten (7) Ollie Frohlich. Caught
In The Crossfire
Made up of people from Stalingrad, Hard To Swallow, Extreme Noise Terror and Doom,
The Devils deliver a metal assault fronted by scream core vocals and razor sharp
riffs. This record is fast furious and in your face but can suddenly turn within
seconds into slow grind core with grunts a plenty. Lyrically it is direct, and
twisted. With tracks such as “Don’t rape my papa and then rub your
penis in my face” and “one mans meat is another mans forearm”
in the frame, you know that this record is brutal, vicious and grinding from start
to finish. Get into it and go straight to Hell mutherfucker! -
4/5
Z Punknews
Holy shit this is good! Dual vocaled hardcore / metal / thrash / whatever genre
being used to describe'intense'music thisweek from current and ex members of bands
like Losing The Battle, Doom, Extreme Noise Terror and Stalingrad (if you ever
saw Stalingrad live, i'm jealous!). Musically, The Devils cover the same terrotory
as those bands, but with added samples all over the place and an added singer
into the mix. You
may have heard of The Devils live show by now, it sounds pretty impressive! I
read in the last Reason To Believe that one of the singers pulled in a homeless
guy from the street and danced with him on stage, other times the two vocalists
have hugged each other almost in tears then started psychically attacking each
other, maybe all that is planned, maybe not, but it gives you a pretty good idea
what to expect from this cd i reckon, and that's pretty much anything goes. The
packaging is laid out in a great fifties americana style too, lots of vintage
adverts next to war propaganda, and best song title of the year so far with 'America
Ain't Shit Because The White Man Has A God Complex'. Pick this up if you can! I
Will Be Heard
Spawned from the vestiges of several noisy UK hardcore bands, The Devils have
unleashed something that is so aurally destructive, it’s about as detrimental
to your wellbeing as wearing an asbestos balaclava. Once ingested it will moulder
at your very existence from the inside, attacking your morals until you realise
just how inadequate they were, while lifting you by the throat and shouting at
you very loudly. It is great to have bands like these, bands who love to make
a statement, who love to shout and scream who take the result seriously but also
have one hell of a time in the process. The album has been politically shaped
with inclusion of well thought-out samples and loops from films and records, starting
and ending songs and emphasising strong lyrics which are often poignant proclamations
of man madness. Musically,
it's a real bludgeoning, primitive, thumping sound, a mix of hardcore and noisecore,
like a hideous cross between Raging Speedhorn and Helvis with just an occasional
sludgy nod towards Iron Monkey or Black Sabbath. Featuring dual vocalists, one
with a deeper, guttural, growling death style voice and the other who prefers
full on screaming. And they duel with each other, both vocally and physically.
Surprisingly
there is huge variety on the album; it’s not all just straight forward flat
out metal songs. For instance, “Pick A Bale Of Cotton” is a strangle
kind of vocals conundrum and “Girl From Ipanema” is a more subdued
ambient number, an outline of guitar feedback to a backdrop of gentle bass and
audibly hushed yet atmospheric screaming vocals. Then there’s an odd Ministry-esque
industrialism in “The Stylist Says” and back to “Clothe Fucking
Slave (On Your Soul You Reap)” for a mad screamo/noisecore song. There are
some very different, even strange songs on this album that helps push it into
the ‘very memorable’ category. A canister of rage that is waiting
to detonate, the deluge of dark and foreboding musical insinuations that are hurled
at the listener leave you feeling like you’ve just sat and watched someone’s
innards spill from their stomach - initially it’s a state of shock that
slowly turns to horror. Whether you’re hiding behind a tightly clenched
pillow or reaching for the mop and bucket, you know that you’ve just got
to listen to it again!
ULEK
How I learned.. mixes hardcore, metal, and samples to produce an incredible sound.
Its loud, and its angry, and unusually, i like it. Usually,
I can't listen to 45 minutes of massive metal riffage and vocal chord ripping
vocals. But, after 1 song of How I Learned I was hooked. For all those who think
metal/hardcore is a bit too generic after 3000 bands released albums, think again,
with track names like: Don't Rape My Dead Papa and then rub your Penis in my Face,
you can't help feeling that this isn't your typical hardcore band. The
Devils keep you interested from the word go, there are enough quotes, samples
and unpredictability in each of the songs that you can't complain about repetition,
yet theres enough straight metalcore to please even the most hardcore fan. The
Stylist Says is definitely my favourite track on the album. I'm thinking of quake
2 soundtrack material here, and I loved that game. Following closely behind is:
This is War and This is what it's Good for which has a riff you can defnitely
bang your head to! All the other tracks are impressive, each one manages to sound
remarkably individual, whilst keeping the album in a concise genre. Definitely
an album to consider if you have some disposable income, if you don't, sell that
Busted album you fool! Buy it for the inlay card as well, its one of the best
I've seen. 7/10
Enough
Zine (Germany)
As I heard about the new band of Rich Stalingrad for the first
time some months ago, I was really excited. The fact that the
band consists of ex members of Hard To Swallow, Doom and Extreme
Noise Terror got me even more excited. Stalingrad had been one
of my alltime favourites, after I had seen them some years ago
in Eislingen/Germany. I have never attended a concert as disturbing
as this one before. Vocalist Rich was all over the room. On top
of the bar, outside the venue and in front of my face (just some
inches away) constantly screaming. Totally intense and he also
was a really nice guy, as we talked a bit afterwards. Anyway,
here we have the first full length by The Devils. I can still
hear The Devils connection with Stalingrad. Dirty and heavy riffs
with Rich´s aggressive screaming on top of them. He´s
accompanied by a guy named Pete on vocals. In addition some songs
have an experimental touch by i.e. adding some electronics. Summed
up, the Devils´debut is a decent album heavily influenced
by Stalingrad, but enriched with some crusty moments. If I had
to choose between a polished new school hardcore (a.k.a. metal)
album by a band like XPICKYOURGODX, I would definitely get my
hands on the Devils´album. The New Wave Of British Dirty
Metal!
SAMPLER
LIST
This is a list of the samples used
in 'How I Learned to Stop Worrying And Forget The Bomb'
Child
of God
Starts with Roy Ayers –“Daddy Bug” which subsides
to a loop of Curt Flood, the American Baseball Player talking
about racism, and his treatment at the hands of Southern Whites.
An incredible man, his voice alone makes me want to weep.
Don’t
Rape my dear Papa and then rub your Penis in my Face
Begins with a sample of Leadbelly, the blues singer performing
“Black Betty”. Over top of this comes in a sample
taken from an interesting motion picture called “Black Gestapo”.
It is part of the Blaxploitation genre of the 1970’s and
is itself a curious examination of the corrupting effect of power.
Ewans
Song
The sample that starts this track comes from a documentary film
by the Hughes Brothers called “American Pimp”. I’m
sure you can guess the subject matter of this production, and
many people feel that it glamorises that field of work, but people
who think that are ill educated scum. The person explaining his
profession is named Rosebud (like the sledge in Citizen Cane).
The track finishes with the magical Pam Grier, performing in the
1972 feature film, “Coffy”.
Pick
a Bale of Cotton
This is our interpretation of a song once recorded by Leadbelly,
and actually does contain a looped sample of him playing at the
beginning, and throughout the whole track.
“When we were Kings” supplies all the samples that
wrap up this song. The words are spoken by Muhammad Ali’s
trainer and the boxer Joe Frazier, who would himself battle Ali
three times. It is incredible to think what George Foreman was
before this fight and what he has become since.
Cuddle
The song ends with Robert Openheimer talking about the testing
of the first atom bomb on July 16 1945. He is truly one of the
most lost people of the twentieth century. Many more people have
had it worse, but he affected people’s lives the World over.
Even the American government turned their backs on him.
Clothe
Fucking Slave
The chimp sample comes from the 1950 film “Sunset Boulevard”
that is a beautiful examination of fame and Hollywood, and whose
main character is already dead before the film starts. You have
to love William Holden.
The Va Va Voom sample comes the Robert Aldrich film noir classic
“Kiss me Deadly”. Both these films should be on your
‘watch before I die list’. Dickheads.
One
Mans meat is another Mans Forearm
This contains a line from the 1967’s Spy comedy “The
Presidents Analyst”. Great film, mainly for the midgets.
Girl
from Ipanema
It uses a looped sample of Sammy Davis Jr doing a version of this
superb tune and then ends with a line from the contemporary film
“Happiness”. Watch everything by Tod.
This
is War and This is what its Good For
All the samples in this song are taken from an LP called “Marches,
Songs, Speeches- Nazi Germany WWII” off the Audio Masterpiece
label. Very informative.
The
Stylist
Says
The man speaking at the beginning of this track is the fictional
character Hank, from the American TV programme “The Larry
Sanders Show”. I like to laugh. Do you? The main beat in
this song is taken from the Winston’s “Ahem Brother”.
A truly wonderful funk classic. It also contains excerpts of Judy
Garland’s “Danny Boy”, Blind Willie Johnson
“I know his blood can make me whole”, and Merle Haggard’s
“War”. The whole number finishes off with George E
Scott performing in Kubrik’s “Doctor Strangelove”.
This
is how they used to live in Ancient Mexico
This contains a sampled theremin, which is originally being played
by one of the devils. This track ends with an excerpt from Richard
M. Nixon inaugural address. Great Guy.
Frying
pan Sexy man
In this song the two spoken samples are taken from “French
Connection” and “Eating Raoul”, I’ll let
you decide which is from which. The harmonica is taken from Black
Sabbaths “The Wizard”. Good song, maybe should do
a cover version of it?America ain’t shit because the
White
man has a God Complex
This contains two samples that both relate to the title of the
Song. The first is The Last Poets “White’s got a God
Complex” and the other is taken from the film “Being
There”. This should be everybody’s favourite Peter
Sellers film and it contains an obscure reference to the title
of this song. The other sample thrown in between these two, is
U.S Airforce Commander, Jack D. Ripper played by Sterling Hayden,
again from “Doctor Strangelove”. I am bored with you.
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