The Basement - Strong Killings



     
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The Basement Lyrics


Whooa, whooa, whooa
I’m going down to the basement ya’ll
Where people all have a good time
The parties that I hear have nothing to do with
My ears are going out of my mind, mind, mind
Down here they play the real thing
Songs that were really rock and roll
It’s a cliche to put it this way
But they don’t make em like that anymore, more, more, more
So if they put me in the spot light
I’m never leaving the floor
I’m going down to the basement
I’m going down to the basement
I’m going down to the basement
Cause I really want to rock and roll
Ooohhh
An old man gets on the mic
Tells us to hang our burdens up

He says songs you hear today all start to get in the way
Till you’re barely feeling the love, love, love, love
He drops the needle on a pop song
He drops the needle on some soul
And I watch a pimp fall in love over there
Dancing to songs their parents would know, know, know, know
So everybody give me room now
Watch me cut a rug in the show
I’m going down to the basement
I’m going down to the basement
I’m going down to the basement
Cause I really want to rock and roll
Ooohhh
Party people sweat out the night
Let your body do just what it likes
Just want to hear some favorite before my years
Dance soldiers forgetting our day jobs
Trying to get off cause we really came to rock and roll
I’m going down to the basement
I’m going down to the basement
I’m going down to the basement
Cause I really want to rock and roll
Cause I really want to rock and roll
Cause I really want to rock and roll
Cause I really want to rock and roll
Cause I really want to rock and roll
Say I really want to rock and roll

Enjoy the lyrics !!!

Strong Killings met through partying and playing shows in other bands, what great punk band doesn't? They're loud, nasty and all about house shows, spray paint, brown paper bags, sleeplessness, insanity and hyperbole. Made up of Nate Mooter (Guitar/Vox) Carlos Lopez (Bass/Vox) and Mike Loggins (Drums), the band's members could easily be called misfits, maybe even sociopaths, but when it comes down to it, those are the very things that make their music so amazing. Their wry sense of humor, singing stories culled from their daily lives and the ability to not take themselves seriously separate Strong Killings from the herd of crap bands being passed off as punk and noise rock.

A fine smattering of the sounds you'll hear on Strong Killings' debut album: the warning that if you're too cool, well then, fuck you, Nate's first guitar amp (bought for $100 as a teenager, stolen, then repurchased from a pawn shop for $50), skull pummeling drums fills, a massive sing-along chorus celebrating the joys of living on minimum wage, big, throbbing bass lines (reminiscent of Mike Watt's work with the Minutement), maniacal laughing (just unsettling enough to keep it fun), opera singing, Pearl Dragon, of Champagne Champagne, freestyling a few, sick verses, two songs over three and half minutes, someone shouting "Oxy, Oxy, Cold Cock Me" (in the style of olly, olly oxen free), and two songs under a minute and a half. Oh and everything just mentioned but delivered again with a sneer.

Strong Killings are insidious, uncouth and loud! Yet, their debut reveals itself to be an energizing, awe-inspiring, addictive listening or maybe, just maybe, loving Strong Killings is the audio equivalent of Stockholm Syndrome. Out July 19th, 2011 on Don't Stop Believin'... Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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