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