Dead Destination
The Girl: You guys aren’t like the Zodiac killers or anything, right?
The Mechanic: Nope. Just passin’ through.
Two Lane Blacktop
Boris – Dead Destination
Black Is The Colour
Black is the colour of my true love’s hair
His lips are like some roses fair
He’s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands
I love the ground wheron he stands
Espers – Black Is The Colour
Helter Skelter
Who would have thought that The ‘I Wanna Hold Your Hand’ Beatles could have ever rocked out like this? But look at what happened as a result, eh? Whilst no-one could’ve predicted the Manson Family, with the benefit of hindsight there was a certain dread inevitability to it all. Surely a warning to all contemporary recording artists to proceed into the studio with caution. Who knows, maybe Coldplay will with their next album unwittingly usher in the Apocalypse?
The Beatles – Helter Skelter
The Burning
Alright, so this post is a couple of days late, but seeing as most firework displays (as opposed to actual bonfires, which no-one seems to bother with anymore) will be held tonight, it still seems pertinent. Over 400 years ago, fellow Yorkshireman Guido Fawkes was caught trying to blow up the Houses of Parliament. Ignoring the religious tumult of the day, the rationale for the Gunpowder Plot was basically that the fat bastards were eating all the pie and sticking two fingers up at the rest of us. Four hundred years later and fuck all has changed, but people are sadly too apathetic to take such direct action, kept distracted by myriad media manipulations and rendered apolitical by the realisation that our elected representatives of any party do not have our best interests at heart. It doesn’t stop me getting pissed off though, and so at this time of year I always enjoy the pagan spectacle of the human effigy tossed into the flames, picturing not some well-meaning but misguided Catholic soldier of yore, but any of our present Cabinet and their shadows given the kind of attention they truly deserve.
Grails – Burning Off Impurities
Jesus Built My Hotrod
Life is pain – we’ve got to scrape the joy from it every chance we get.
Hot Rod
Ministry – Jesus Built My Hotrod
Heavy Metal Addict
I was always an outsider, always determined to be different from the herd. When I was 11 and the Ska revival was in full effect round our way, everyone else was going about in fishtail parka’s and Harrington jackets, with The Jam tippex’d on the back, hair shaved down to the length of their just-emerging pubes, wearing bowling shoes and starting fights at the disco whenever The Specials came on…. if you were you’ll know exactly what I mean. And then there was me, lumped in with the rest of the freaks, who liked Iron Maiden and Saxon and AC/DC. But I never quite joined that tribe fully either – never grew the hair, never got the denim & leather uniform, or the bullet belts and studded wristbands. I was just instinctively drawn to anything that the majority despised and at that time, you couldn’t get any lowlier than heavy metal. Even punks had more respect, and it was acknowledged that their scene had died long ago. Admitting liking heavy metal was like admitting you sniffed bicycle seats, so for anyone like me who just wanted to be awkward, it was perfect. Metal also involved guitars, instruments barely tolerated in the era of the synth and the saxophone solo. Another reason for the trend-followers to despise us, and yet I was never looking to raise a reaction – I just wanted to be left alone to rock out. I’ll always remember playing the 12 minute live version of AC/DC’s ‘Let There Be Rock’ to one lad, who looked at me in genuine bewilderment and asked “This is music?” And I recall thinking at the time, if I’ve got to explain it to you then you’ll never understand.
Boris – H.M.A. (Heavy Metal Addict)
Be Yourself
White Hills – Be Yourself (Hawkwind cover)
Happy Halloween
Dead Kennedys – Halloween
