Suicide - Joy/Disaster



     
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The spirit was freedom and justice
And it's keepers seem generous and kind
It's leaders were supposed to serve the country
But now they won't pay it no mind
'Cause the people grew fat and got lazy
And now their vote is a meaningless joke
They babble about law and order
But it's all just an echo of what they've been told
Yeah, there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And just sits there watchin'
Our cities have turned into jungles
And corruption is stranglin' the land
The police force is watching the people
And the people just can't understand
We don't know how to mind our own business
'Cause the whole worlds got to be just like us

Now we are fighting a war over there
No matter who's the winner
We can't pay the cost
'Cause there's a monster on the loose
It's got our heads into a noose
And it just sits there watching
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written by HAYES, EDWIN M. JR. / DAVIES, MIKHAIL / TAYLOR, STEFON CHINA
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, EMI Music Publishing

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Joy Disaster starts to report that the 80's are not dead, that there remains of these books something to sustain. But the French trio, experienced, star his roots of this dark Post-Punk, yesterday, the tribalism of Joy Division, today the Interpol more swaying melodies (" Falling Angel" or "Hang Around", sound of the low ones for nets of guitars). This six inaugural titles CD brings back thus on the rug, with freshness, the sources of an inspiration definitely very in fashion these three last years, but of which the fortunes themselves various facts to the taste of the gone out of younger groups than Gang Of Four, less crazy than Killing Joke. Joy Disaster belongs, somewhere, to this revival; but it contains – in contrast to number of other formations of this kind - something precious, like a promise. Even if the combo has not the slice of Joy Division (" Black old Thief", hypnotic anyway) or the heroism of the first Ikon, we are far to think that this cure will maybe coming soon. There is a source to breadth projections, and that the some noisy sound that improves these litanies (the introduction of the final one "Human Robots") can well to sign the return of some demons. There is well here, it is sure, a small flame that does not shake, that nests itself to the hollow one of these acids guitars, of these turns of which despair perspires without falling in the game of excessiveness. Not any higher bid, never: beautiful emotion that the one of a "Senseless Tales" (one of the titles of which the guitars motives do the more reference to the gothic one of first generation, without rejoining his theatrical pose); beautiful urgency also than the one of the rhythmic d' "Artemis" and of these grades of guitars that insist, support there where that does poorly. Writing by Emmanüel for (www.obskure.com) (France)
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