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Vol 04 / Trk 15 / Hadda be playin on the Jukebox

Protest song. Art Song. Meet this unlikely (and rare) live track from Rage Against the Machine. Yes that’s right. Those fine purveyors of mallrat white angst bring you a spoken word performance of an Allen Ginsberg poem. It’s every bit as ridiculous, paranoid, pretentious, furious and awesome as you’d expect. This blew my mind when I was 17.

FWIW, I always felt Rage were generally of higher quality than the rap rock douche bags that continue to clog the airwave in their name to this day.

And so ends a really weird mix, full of intense, and four months late. We lost one of our authors along the way. But perhaps Epp will be back someday. Mike and I are going to carry on this musical tennis match and hopefully the results stay interesting. Full mix download and cover art on it’s way in a couple days.
r. smigielski


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Vol 4 / Trk 14 / God and Country / The Thermals

I really wanted to do something kraut-y in honor of Epp’s departure. But the more I listened to “Bang! Bang!,” the more I was pulled toward the idea of following it up with another protest song. This track was the only conclusion.

“God and Country” is pretty much the angriest song I can think of. It came out in the summer before Bush’s reelection, as we watched John Kerry grimly flail about but still hoped he could prevail. Only, the Thermals knew to write a song about it. It’s filled with rage, the kind of rage that leaves you shaking, fingernails pressed into your palm, eyes closed, almost unable to function. It’s two minutes of blind fury, loud and rough and unleashed squarely at the president and his subversion of religion. “Pray for a new state. Pray for assassination. I can hope, see? Even if I don’t believe.”

Le Tigre’s approach—of turning that rage into something close to art—will always be more effective. But every so often you need something closer to noise, a two-minute explosion that’s impossible to suppress. You need something that stands for you, that says what you’re not supposed to say out loud. You need to play it on repeat at full blast. Fuckin A, you do.

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