Jaz Coleman og Sinfónískir Rolling Stones

Jaz Colemaner ekki við eina fjölina felldur í músíkinni og er afkastamikið klassískt tónskáld ásamt því að halda úti hinni goðsagnakenndu hljómsveit Killing Joke, en þeir eru nú í stúdíói á Spáni sem er í eigu bassaleikarans Youth að taka upp nýja plötu, upphaflegi trommuleikarinn Big Paul Ferguson er genginn til liðs við sveitina aftur eftir langa fjarveru, eða síðan 1987, en hann var rekinn á meðan gerð Outside The Gate stóð, en samkomulagið hjá honum og Jaz var orðið verulega slæmt þá og hafði verið um nokkurn tíma. Ferguson lýsti því síðar sem miklu áfalli þegar honum og Raven, þáverandi bassaleikara var meinaður aðgangur að stúdíóinu og sessionspilarar teknir við á bassa og trommur. En nú virðast menn vera búnir að gróa sára sinna og það verður spennandi að heyra hvernig nýja platan hljómar með uppahaflega liðskipan, en Ferguson er að mínu mati frábær trommuleikari með sérstakan stíl sem hentar Killing Joke fullkomlega, minnir oft á Sigtrygg Baldursson með Þeysurunum.

Heimildarmyndin fyrir neðan fjallar um samstarf Jaz og tveggja annara tónskálda og Sinfóníhljómsveitar Lundúna og tök þeirra á nokkrum laga Rolling Stones. Jaz hefur gert samskonar plötur með verkum The Doors (með Nigel Kennedy á fiðlu sem túlkar rödd Morrison), Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd of The Who sem hafa fengið glimrandi dóma, sérstaklega Led Zeppelin og The Doors plöturnar.

SYMPHONIC ROLLING STONES

RUBICON

Þetta magnaða lag og texti er af plötunni Brighter Than A Thousund Suns (1986), en plötuheitið skírskotar til lýsingar sjónavotts að kjarnorkusprengingunni í Hírósíma í Japan undir lok Seinni-Heimstyrjaldarinar. Hægt er að hlusta á lagið í tónspilaranum til hliðar, neðsta lag.

RUBICON

The age of miracles, assent of man in strident tones
Realms of fantastic have been forged by folly speed and steel
Out of the cones stream forth, creation is not yet complete
New species come, old species fall to nature once again.

Now that I've found god on every side - and in every legion

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

The shipyards blaze, vibrant arsenals wait their turn
Idols of rational worlds to worship power, to worship strength
Great crowds excited by riot, pleasure, work
Insane crusades, destructive gesture of the freedom bringers
And all the bells shall toll, as holy banners fly
And all with talk of freedom

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

Let rage and hate of races run from Adam down
The magic of our science shines brighter than a thousand suns
Liberty in new dimensions ruthless and spectacular
Obliteration shall be poetry of 'Golden Dwans'
And as the people thrill, I stand and comprehend upon the threshold.

Revolution
Points of no return
Evolution
We cross the rubicon

Umfjöllun um Killing Joke á MTV 1991 og viðtal við óvenju yfirvegaðann Jaz.

Þessi tæplega 11 mínútna þáttur um bandið var sýndur í tilefni útkomu Extremeties, Dirt & Varoius Repressed Emoitions, plötu sem trónir á toppi míns lista yfir bestu plötur alra tíma þó að hún færir framhjá flestum á sínum tíma og var lengi vel illfáanleg, lagið Age Of Greed í tónspilaranaum til hliðar er af þessari plötu.

 

Hvað segir Mark Prindle um gripinn, sjá umsögn HÉR 

Sanity - Adorations - Chessboards

Tvö myndbönd og eitt úr sjónvarpinu, öll af plötunni Brighter Than A Thousund Suns frá árinu 1996, sennilega poppuðustu plötu Killing Joke á ferlinum.

 

SANITY

SANITY

All across the scenes the statues crumble
We cherished the seconds, counted the days
And people move with lines across their faces
Embracing each other with a smile

For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake
For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake

We'll remember distant times and places
We'll remember summer sun that yields
Shed our bodies heart and soul for love's sake
Civilizations wax and wane.

Inocence will fade away like Autumn
Likewise the dream of youth, the task
And we shall be at peace upon our parting
With the thoughts of loved ones in our hearts

For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake
For sanity's sake, sanity's sake, sanity's sake

So let the sunrise light up the distnat shores
And we'll remember last days of Rome again.

 

 ADORATOINS

ADORATIONS

Adorations

Courage and Cowards move, heroes to ecstasy
Welcomes of war and wounds, vigil and vitcory
Structures of atoms dance, sugar towards the taster,
Prey to the predator, love as we're falling down

Through light and laughter flow, to dirge and death we go,
Mindless processions move, lanterns of burning towns,
Welcome to fray and feast, bliss in all sorrows found,
Rhythms and random moves and waves of adorations.

Patterns I'm finding
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle.
Patterns we're finding
Our faces raised in adorations.

Deserts are paradise, awake to genocides.
Delight and suffering, these roles that we have found
Nourished by food we eat, hungered by waste excrete
From apes or sons of god, let every act be sacred.

Patterns I'm finding
As pain and joy and sorrow mingle.
Patterns we're finding
Our faces raised in adorations.

 

 

 

CHESSBOARDS....röddin er aðeins "off" hjá Jaz þarna

 

CHESSBOARDS

We in our infancy, led down shining paths
Shine, shine, shining paths, divine our disillusion
Face our imperfection, I begin to wonder
Onion peelings scattered, we've been crying crying.

Open our eyes and tears run down
I open my eyes and tears run down
I look through your mind and tears run down
And under the skies and tears run down.

Look at our condition, stand on concrete dias
Lovers frail and naked move like pawns on chessboards
I had no idea, I had no conception
Where have we all come from? Where are we all going?

Open our eyes and tears run down
I open my eyes and tears run down
I look through your mind and tears run down
And under the skies and tears run down.

All these changes we shall witness
I will try to understand
Share your grief and your confusion, compassion in us cries
No divine intervention, only moves on black and white
Great schemes, great schemes are also made of these.

Open our eyes and tears run down
I open my eyes and tears run down
I look through your mind and tears run down
And under the skies and tears run down.

Lýðræði og Lyfjahjólið.

Democracy kom út 1997. Hún er þó af mörgum talin með slakari plötum Killing Joke og vakti litla athygli, en það skín þó vissulega í snilldina inn á milli. Þetta er eina platan með þeim þar sem kassagítar er eitthvað notaður og er aðeins búið að slaka á þungarokks/industrial danstónlistarkeyrslunni sem einkenndi Pandemonium og virðist léttara yfir mönnum en oft áður þó að textarnir séu enþá sterkir og gagnrýnir.

Af þessari plötu var aðeins gert eitt myndband, við titillagið Democracy, en viðlagið er eitt það flottasta sem ég hef heyrt.

 

 DEMOCRACY

You have a choice, we are your voice
Red, blue or yellow.
We will ridicule away the green
Another five lane motorway
(You'll never get a referendum anyway)
Funny handshakes. insider dealing
Et in arcadia. arcadia ego
Backhanders and salamanders
A powerhouse that is morally
Mechula

I'm sorry democracy is changing
I'm sorry democracy is changing

I'm not a slogan or a badge
Or a cross in the ballot box
Neither values or objectives
You do not represent my deepest
Thoughts and wishes
Education in obsolete skills
Stereotyping and media projection
Industrial psychologists
Plan a campaign that is financed by
Big business

You have a choice, we are your voice
Red, blue or yellow.
We will ridicule the green
Another five lane motorway
(You'll never get a referendum anyway)

  SAVAGE FREEDOM

It's the age of cvs
Contract to contract
And my stress levels rise
This is a job for life
(there are no jobs for life)
I am forced to a decision
I am forced to see the other side
I can see a way out of here
I can see a way out of here

Placards of prophets
And great leaders of men
Personality cults
All over again

(but) we'll build shrines for our loved ones
We'll burn fires and lights
And we'll talk of the old ways
To find new ways that might...
...they just might

In the villages and hills
On the tundra and ice
To the forests of kauri
In the paddies of rice
By the lakes on the plains
To the great mountain range
Love the land and its people
I can see a way out

With the hours that we kill
And the dreams that we hide
Of alternative life styles
This savage freedom i love

  PILGRIMAGE

My values altered i was looking for peace
I was tired in the lands of the west.
I had to get out
I took a map, let the pendulum swing
I wrote a note, took my prayer mat and left
On a prayer and a wing

And every moment of my life
I dedicate to you
And when i fear of falling
I am in your hands

Pilgrimage

Through the archway in the city of light
The procession began
I heard their praises rise like incense to heaven
I'd awoken from a long time ago
I fell to my knees
I kissed the ground then i started to cry

And every moment of my life
I dedicate to you
And when i fear of falling
I am in your hands

Pilgrimage
So wonderful

I saw the merchants selling saffron and spice
I felt acceptance for the fate of my life
I was thirsty then i came to a spring
I had to have faith
I was hungry, you sent a stranger to me
She shared out her food

And every moment of my life
I dedicate to you
And when i fear of falling
I am in your hands

Pilgrimage

  MEDICINE WHEEL

She walks up by the path
Into a mountain side
Sedona red the landscape
An offering for her life
She starts to rub her red clay
Across her fair white skin
She starts to dance and play
She plays a drum and sings

She builds a medicine wheel (4x)

He studies physics there
An undergraduate
But in the coffee shop
He talks of gaia's love
He talks of gaia's love
He talks of gaia's love
He speaks out how he feels
He turns the medicine wheel

He builds a medicine wheel (4x)

We build a medicine wheel
She builds a medicine wheel
He builds a medicine wheel
We build a medicine wheel

He wields a band of fire
To fill his heart's desire
And how the wolves they bay
He hears a brand new day
With reverence he plays his song
Stone by stone he carries on
Following some high ideal
He turns the medicine wheel

He turns a medicine wheel
He builds a medicine wheel
She builds a medicine wheel
We build a medicine wheel
He builds a medicine wheel
She builds a medicine wheel
We build a medicine wheel
We build a medicine wheel

 

 

Stærðfræði Óreiðunnar.

Lag til hliðar í tónlistarspilara, Mathematics of Chaos af Pandemonium (1994) og titillagið af sömu plötu.

MATHEMATICS OF CHAOS

Turbulence is certainty turbulence is friction between you and me
Suffering and pain crystallised in a brain that recreates the process again
Draws borders, cites laws monopolies of food and trade start wars
Every time we try to impose order we create chaos we create chaos - breakdown

I have my doubts
A state of eternal conflict is all i have found
We build a wall that is made of tears watch the house fall down
And at the end of my life
Yes at the end of my life
All shall be well all is as it was always meant to be...

Blessed are the meek it is written they shall inherit the earth
Watch her dying of cancer after a lifetime of caring for the poor
Child with her arms blown off screams as she bleeds upon the rocks
Sickened by my self-flagellation but i don't know how to stop
Where is your love, my loving god? - breakdown

I have my doubts
[This base stand of filth] and the people around
We build a wall that is made of tears watch the house fall down
And at the end of my life
Yes at the end of my life
All shall be well all is as it was always meant to be...

Globalism and the u.n. neutralised by ethnic cleansing
Animal aggression and a mind to perceive this terminal conflict
Awareness is a curse - the more you open your eyes the more you despise
Fashioned in the creator's yolk
It must be some sort of practical joke
And in the corn, circles of chaos - breakdown

 

    PANDEMONIUM VIDEO

  

   PANDEMONIUM

She talks of supernatural aeons that we'll make
She says "look behind the wave of changes" feel the future taking shape

I can see tomorrow
I can see the world to come
I can see tomorrow
Hear the pandemonium

I ask her of her next of kin and loved ones in her care
She gestures all around her then she whispers "everywhere
"There is no nuclear family required any more
"My parents are the village and the village is the law"

She said "unlearn you must forget the values that you hold
"Life is not longevity and beauty is the only goal"

Cymbals that crash and pipes of pan awaken from your trance
There is no retribution here see how the heathen dance


* extra lyrics -- singles only *

The prisoner sat motionless, his cell was six by four.
He walked to the horizon without walking through the door.
We found ourselves converging as we walked towards the sun.
Apart from all discussion, we were functioning as one.

I can see tomorrow
I can see the world to come
I can see tomorrow
Hear the pandemonium

 

 

 

KILLINGJOKE.COM

 

 

Öld Græðginnar.

Árið 1991 kom út platan Extremities, Dirt & Various Repressed Emotions, en þá hafði hljómsveitin ekki verið starfandi síðan Outside the Gate kom út 1987, en við gerð þeirrar plötu rak hinn ráðríki Jaz þá Paul Raven bassaleikara og Big Paul Ferguson trommuleikara úr bandinu. Outside the Gate var ekki vel tekið af aðdáendum og þótti alltof popppuð, persónulega er hún samt í miklu uppáhaldi.

En aftur að Exremities, Raven sneri aftur heim og trommuleikarinn knái Martin Atkins(PIL, Pigface, NIN og Damage Manual og fleyri) gekk til liðs við bandið og útkoman er ein albesta plata sem Killing Joke hefur gert á ferlinum.

Aðeins er til eitt myndband af þessari plötu, Money Is Not Our God.

 

  

Hér til hliðar í tónlistarspilaranum er hægt að hlusta á uppáhaldslag mitt af þessari mögnuðu skífu, Age of Greed, en þar fjallar Jaz um það í textanum hvernig misskipting og arðrán búa til hatur og óánægju.

AGE OF GREED

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 glutony

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
Champagne breakfats (rewards for the killing)
And a fast waist bulging
Indulging, in 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 irrelevant conscience easing charity - Why?
Just to justify! Just to justify!

Look at this utopia
A society based on solid foundations
Educate our children - educate them well
To feather the nest and fuck the rest
(Yes yes feather thenest and fuck the rest)
The waste expands
(As 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'relucky
In comparison

Privatise the people's lives
Be part of the company (or fade!)
The appliance of science to privatise 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 fill the gap
Between the endless buffet
And the scraps of food 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

Tvö klassísk myndbönd frá 1985.

Bilun heimsins er yrkisefnið eins og oft áður.

Love Like Blood myndband.

 

   LOVE LIKE BLOOD

We must play our lives like soldiers in the field
But life is short i'm running faster all the time
Strength and beauty destined to decay
So cut the rose in full bloom

'til the fearless come and the act is done
A love like blood, a love like blood

Everyday through all frustration and despair
Love and hate fight with burning hearts
'til legends live and man is god again
(and self-preservation rules the day no more)

We must dream of promised lands and fields
That never fade in season
As we move towards no end we learn to die
Red tears are shed on grey

Eighties myndband.

 

EIHGTIES

Eighties - i'm living in the eighties
Eighties - i have to push, i have to struggle
Eighties - get out of my way, i'm not for sale no more
Eighties - let's kamikaze 'til we get there

And we sang
You do it this way

Eighties - by day we run by night we dance, we do
Eighties - i'm in love with the coming race
Eighties - i've got the best, i'll take all i can get
Eighties - i'm living for the eighties

Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i struggle
Eighties - i'm living

Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - push, push, struggle

Eighties - i'm living
Eighties - eighties - i'm living
Eighties - i'm living in the eighties - i push
Eighties - push, push, struggle

HOSANNAS FROM THE BASEMENTS OF HELL ( ég er ekki morðingi enn)

Þar sem ný plata er í smíðum hjá Killing Joke er ekki úr vegi að kíkja aðeins á þá síðustu sem ber þetta ábúðarmikla og raunar nett hallærislega nafn, en hún kom út 6 Apríl 2003 hjá Cooking Vinyl í Bretlandi. "Back to basics" er frasi sem mætti nota um þennann grip, aðalega var notast við sömu eða svipaðar analog græjur við upptökurnar og í byrjun ferilsins 1979, ein rás fyrir söng, hljómborð, gítar og bassa og rest á trommurnar og náðu þannig þessum sérstaka hljóm sem einkennir diskinn. Einnig notuðu þeir sama mixermann og á fyrstu skífu þeirra. Jaz útskýrir ferlið aðeins í þessu myndbandi HÉR

 

Hljómsveitin var mestöll búsett í Prag á þessum tíma(Jaz og Geordie eiga þar enn heimili), Jaz var búinn að vera að starfa mikið með þarlendum tónlistamönnum í þjóðlagageiranum og fastráðið tónskáld fyrir Tékknesku Fílharmónuhljómsveitina, en hann hefur mikið verið að semja klassíska tónlist meðfram Killing Joke á seinni árum, er einnig fastráðið tónskáld fyrir Sinfóníhljómsveit Nýja - Sjálands þar sem hann á annað heimili og var nú síðast ráðinn sem tónskáld fyrir hljómsveit Evrópusambandsin, lyftu þá margir brúnum því að hann hefur oft sagt margt ófagurt um það fyrirbæri. Platan var tekinn upp í litlu og þröngu stúdíói í gömlum vínkjallara í Prag, myndbandið fyrir neðan með titillagi plötunnar er tekið upp í þessum vínkjallararanghölum og ekki hægt að segja annað en að umhverfið auki ennfrekar á dökkt og hráslagalegt andrúmsloft lagsins. Þetta er eina vídeóið sem var gert við lag af Hosaannas From The Basements of Hell.

HOSANNAS FROM THE BASEMENTS OF HELL

I harbour thoughts of killing you
pour petrol on you and then on me
but then i walk down the stairs
and killing joke waits for me there
then we play - go psycho

With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves
hosannas rising from the basements of hell

Anger that poisons my heart
eating your liver and heart
like voodoo just play until you bleed
lost in the noise i am free
i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet

With sticks and stones and bones beneath our homes we face ourselves
hosannas rising from the basements of hell

i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet
i'm not a murderer yet

 

Setti inn þrjú önnur lög af þessari plötu í tónlistarspilarann til hliðar, Judas Goat, Gratitude og Invocation.

JUDAS GOAT

See the sleeping figures holding up the clock in Prague's old town square, blank faces of rock the wander and they follow guides - as they call then the clock starts chiming it is my wake up call

A rich man's war in poor man's blood
Silent their cries, the lost and loved
Led to the slaughter, led by false hope
Follow behind the judas goat

Parasitic humans losing all (i feel) all that we believed was true all i thought was real cheated then set up by those we trusted most bitter were the drinks of party on the host

A rich man's war in poor man's blood
Silent their cries, the lost and loved
Led to the slaughter, led by false hope
Follow behind the judas goat(x2)

 

GRATITUDE    

Let me tell you about the hearts of my people
let me tell you of the meanings of our tribe
a dream unspoken, a promised kept the secret comes
alive

For all the years i've watched your back and you've watched mine
we always knew the clouds would part and a golden dawn will
shine

And when you find yourself alont the untrodden path
remember me with a smile, and drink, a gesture or a laugh
gratitude

You look at me but i've been looking at you
we only were a mirror to show what you could do
o innovator, o enlightened scolar play and write
rewrite the old books, rennaisance perform new rites of light

And when you find yourself alont the untrodden path
remember me with a smile, and drink, a gesture or a laugh
gratitude

The wise will redefine paradise
farmer and the visionary, a village - simple lives
adapting to strange seasons in certain remote regions
where no-one has exemption from total redemption

And when you find yourself alont the untrodden path
remember me with a smile, a drink, a gesture or a laugh
and a toast for the man who loves every hour of every day
and a feast for the friends and faces met along way
gratitude

 

INVOCATION (Of the whore bitch goddess Babylon)

Hearts of darkness and hate
o evil, oblivion your fate
o betrayers i come a war without end
my enemy's enemy is my friend

Mankind becomes the whore
temples are empty - no law
false religions shall rise
flags of scarlet shall fly
o destroyer of world
Babyl

 

 

Jaz Coleman og Dave Grohl í stúdíóinu 2003.

Jaz útskýrir í byrjun myndbandsins hver merking hljómsveitarnafnsins Killing Joke er, allavegana fyrir honum sjálfum og Dave talar um það þegar hann og Jaz hittust í fyrsta skifti og samstarfið við Jókerana.

Myrk Öfl.

 

Sjá og heyra HÉR

Ný plata í sumar og tónleikaferð hjá Killing Joke.

Frábærar fréttir, kannski ekki síst fyrir þá sök að hljómsveitin verður eins skipuð og í upphafi, Big Paul Ferguson trommari snýr aftur,en hann hefur ekkis spilað með þeim síðan 1986-7, magnaður trommuleikari sem átti stóran þátt í að skapa hið sérstaka Killing Joke sánd með tribal bítum frá helvíti. Bassaleikarinn Youth verður líka með að sjálfsögðu þar sem Raven lést á sviplegan hátt á síðasta ári, en hann tók við af Youth þegar hann var rekinn úr hljómsveitinn eftir fræga Íslandsför Jaz og Geordie 1982. Youth sá reyndar um bassaleik á Pandemonium sem kom út 1994 og Democracy sem leit dagsins ljós 1997, þeir deildu síðan bassahlutverkinu á nafnlausu plötunni 2003, en Dave Grohl sá þá um að berja húðir og er reyndar skráður sem fullgildur meðlimur á umslagi.

 

Sjá fréttatilkynningu á Myspace síðu sveitarinna HÉR

 

 

Það eru ekki til mörg myndbönd með Youth á bassanum frá fyrst árum Killing Joke, hér er samt eitt, að vísu vantar Jaz þarna(hann var að þvælast á Íslandi þegar þetta var tekið upp) og Ferguson sér um sönginn og brúða stendur við hljómborðið í staðinn fyrir yfirjókerinn Jaz.

 

CHOP CHOP

  CHOP CHOP

Take a walk to the new town, take a look around
Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound
They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean inside
Ten square miles so synchronized I could have cried

And the bodies go by barely half awake
Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come
It's such a nice environment I'm in
I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake.

All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear
All but the few ever notice anything at all.

I've got a nice new wristwatch with a bright red strap
The second hand really moves quite fast - I'd never thought of that
And then I pick my picture book to compensate outside
It's back to fiction once again, I could have cried.

And the bodies go by barely half awake
Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come
It's such a nice environment I'm in
I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake.

All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear
All but the few ever notice anything at all

Mögnuð smáskífa lítur dagsins ljós.

Þetta er að mínu mati einhver magnaðasta smáskífa sem gefin hefur verið út og umslagið er líka  óborganlega kaldhæðið, Fred Astair hoppandi og dansandi yfir vígvelli og hræjum af fallbyssufóðri.

Wardance/Pssyche var fyrsti singull Killing Joke af nafnlausri fyrstu plötu sveitarinnar og kom út hjá Malicious Damage útgáfufyrirtækinu í Febrúar 1980, en hljómsveitin var þá þegar orðin nokkuð umdeild og þóttu plaköt og tónleikaauglýsingar þeirra ansi stuðandi og fóru fyrir brjóstið á mörgum. En kaldhæðni er og hefur alltaf verið aðall Killing Joke...eins og snjallt nafnið gefur reyndar til kynna.

Hér til hliðar er í spilaranum er hægt að hlusta á Pssyche sem hefur alltaf verið í alveg sérstöku uppáhaldi á þessum bæ, bara get ekki fengið leið á því. 

 

 

Hér er gömul tónleikaupptaka af Pssyche frá 1982.

 

 

   PSSYCHE 

You're alone in the pack

You're feeling like you wanna go home

You're feeling life finished,but you keep on going

The reason is there

You won't find it till you've been and gone because you're living a hoax!

Someones got you sussed!



Dull your brain, or seek inspiration

You feel illusion,and then you finally say transfer

Transorm a machine, to play with your head

So you can stand back and watch,or take part and learn



If you don't know the game,then you're still part of it

Because out on the streets it's strange

To see the show

Knowing full well that you're on the range

Dodge the bullets! or carry the gun,the choice is yours



Look at the controller

A Nazi with a social degree

A middle-class hero

A rapist with your eyes on me

A priest of masturbation,a priest yeh to the nuns you fuck

You'd wipe out spastics if you had the chance,but Jesus wouldn't like it

 

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Ég er að hugsa um að setja 1 til 2 ný lög regluleg í Tónlistarspilarann hér til hliðar með einu hljómsveitinn sem ég hef virkilega sterkar taugar til og á nánast allt með. Ég er að tala um Killing Joke, ansi magnaða hljómsveit sem var stofnuð á Englandi 1979 af "Jaz" Coleman hljómborðsleikara og "Big" Paul Ferguson trommuleikara, fljótlega bættust Kenneth "Geordie" Walker gítarleikar og Martin "Youth" Glover á bassa við. Jaz tók að sér sönginn þó að það hefði aldrei staðið til hjá honum og átti það eftir að reynast hárétt ákvörðun og sérstakur söngstíll hans ómissandi hluti af sjarma bandsins en vissulega langt í frá allra þó að hann geti vissulega sungið eins og engill þegar hann vill svo við hafa. Textar Jaz Coleman hafa alltaf verið afar ágengir eins og tónlistin og skilja oft mikið eftir sig þó að vissulega séu þeir ekki allir snilld eins og gengur og gerist, en alltaf áhugaverðir. Reyni ég líka að koma með einhverja fróðleiksmola í flestum færslum þegar ég set upp ný lög, af nógu er að taka af löngum og skrautlegum ferli og Jaz frægur fyrir kaldhæðni og yfirlýsingagleði í viðtölum og á sviði, afar þversagnakenndur persónuleiki og maður ekki einhamur.

Killing Joke er enn starfandi og gáfu síðast út plötu árið 2006, afar þunga og dökka sem var fyrst og fremst stíluð inná harða aðdáendur frekar en að vinna nýja hlustendur og er langt í frá heppilegasta platan til að byrja á þekki maður ekki hljómsveitina fyrir, hún hefur ekki fengist í plötuverslunum hér á landi, en hægt er að panta eintak hjá Amazon.com .

 

Tékkið á laginu The Wait í spilaranum, en það er af fyrstu stóru plötu Killing Joke sem kom út 1980, en Metallica gerði ábreiðu af laginu sem er að finna á Garage Inc., síðan verður tónspilarinn uppfærður nokkuð reglulega vonandi og læt ég myndbönd og texta fylgja með eftir föngum...vonandi að einhverjir hafi gaman af þessu áhugamáli mínu.

 THE WAIT

My [tiv's] changing
Day to day
The fiery kisses
Fast decay
I look up the river
My firm thoughts down
The block they've poisoned
Gotta sit tight

The wait

Odd awakening
The silence grows
Screams outside
Distortion shows
New jump force
Bad bad billys
It's just another [vine]
Of distorted greed

The wait

 

 

  WARDANCE

The atmosphere's strange
Out on the town
Music for pleasure
It's not music no more
Music to dance to
Music to move
This is music to march to
IT'S a war dance

A war dance

Look at the victim
Scrawled on the wall
You know the the reason


Outside the door
You got something
Nasty in your mind
Trying to get out
IT'S a war dance

A war dance

We walk round the pitch
Honesty is sick
Try to be honest
Look what you get
The food runs short
And then the money talks
One way out
YOUR PREMONITION IS CORRECT

A war dance

Live upptaka frá 25 ára afmælistónlekum Killing Joke í Shepard´s Bush London árið 2005.

 

 

 

...og eldri tónleikaupptaka af Wardance, Brixton Ace 1982, fyrst heyrist endirinn á We Have Joy en Wardance byrjar eftir 38 sekúndur.

 

 

 

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