TS: The New Kylesa -vs- The New Transistor Transistor -vs- The New Raging Speedhorn

Fuck me, Raging Speedhorn are still going?

apparently. i've never heard them before this album though. in fact, i think it's the first album of theirs to be released in the u.s.

what's kylesa like...people keep telling me to check them out...

kylesa have crusty appeal. they are a mixture of doom/crust/hardcore. it's a southern thing. if you like eyehategod and discharge you might like them.

ah crust...I have lots of friends that like "crust" but I'm never sure what that is...I think I saw a crust band once (Code 13), but I'm so confused by punk micro-genres. Is that like death metal for punks?

there is crusty death, crusty grind, crusty punk. have you ever heard nausea? kylesa have three vocalists, which i like. raging speedhorn have two vocalists. i like the duelling male/female vocals a la nausea. crusty influences include discharge, conflict, napalm death, lotsa brutal punk and hardcore.lotsa brit anarchist stuff. Amebix are the touchstone. but kylesa have a very metal approach. and the southern doom thing going on as well. they just toured with high on fire.

i sang tube disaster with nausea at a nausea/false prophets/apple show in the 80's once. good times. good times. the word war 3 magazine crowd. you know, the gang.

YOU WILL NEVER HEAR THESE ALBUMS. BUT IT'S NOT YOU FAULT. THEY RAISED YOU THAT WAY.

A passing stranger dressed in black
With slogans painted on his back
Turned and stared and laughed and carried on
Another came and did the same
At first they made me feel ashamed
But then I realised what I had done
Without asking I had broke the rules
Without knowing, I had made them fools
By merely looking different
To those who knew the game
The unity was there to see
A mass of non-conformity
There s something wrong, or is it me?
But they all look just the same
They hung around in silent pairs
And gave out their derisive stares
To anyone who envied or ignored
A leaflet saying Smash the state
Work in love and not hate
Got snatched and ripped and ground into the floor
Without asking it, I had caught them out
Without knowing what it was all about
They assumed it was a wind-up or a con
Making sure with a nervous glance
They re-affirmed each other s stance
And smiled and then forgot and carried on
The passing strangers stayed that way
And rotted away in their own decay
Convinced they d got it right, the rest were wrong
By deriding them to gain respect
They tied a noose around their neck
And fell when something different came along
Without asking them, they were soon put down
Without knowing why, they looked around
And found a new dictatorship in power
Acting just as they had done
But on the other end it s not much fun
And all their sweet delusions soon turned sour
One man s hand is another man's fist
And so the power games still exist
And one idea is right, the rest are wrong
While such ideas as this are here
We'll never live without the fear
Of feeling that we somehow don't belong

Well they took you from your mother's womb and put you in a school
Told you how to run your life by following the rules
Told you not to pick your nose or disrespect the queen
Scrub your teeth three times a day keep mind and body clean
Save up all your pocket money, nothing is for free
And you'd better trust your parents cos there's no one else you see
And then they send you off each day remember what you're told
"You may think you don't need teaching but you'll need it when you're old"

And if you're too intelligent they'll cut you down to size
They'll praise you til you're happy then they'll fill you full of lies
Cos intelligence is threatening and genius is sin
If you could ever see through them they know they'd never win

So they channel your ability into the right direction
If you're good enough and rich enough you can be a politician
On the other hand if your too thick they'll tell you that you're lazy
They'll put you down and wind you up until it drives you crazy

They'll say you ought to learn a trade to help you in your life
Success is written in three parts: A job, a house, a wife
They'll say that school prepares you for the awesome world outside
Well it certainly gives you bigotry and patriotic pride

Racism, sexism teacher to class
From school to work remains the sameare you white and middle class?

You'll learn that bad men dress in black and good men dress in white
And the pamphlets in the playground say that's right
And that girls were made for housework and boys were made to fight
And the naughty pictures on page 3 make everything alright

And so from school to the outside world these morals you will take
And unless you can reject them you'll have your mind at stake

They'll give you a decision when you get to 18, too
The right to vote for someone else who says he cares for you
But the only thing he cares about is getting to the top
By conning you with empty words that promise you a lot
But the end result is slavery to a false set of ideals
You'll be tempted to believe them cos they'll seem so very real
The slavery of attitudes that make you keep in line
Subconsciously devoted to the morals of our time

And when you end up on the dole which you very likely will
They'll offer you a brand new trade: Learning how to kill

Why don't you join the army? Be a man and not a fool
There's someone else to think for you just like there was at school

They'll promise you absolution from the murders you'll commit
In the name of god and country they can get away with it
They fill you full of orders and promise you rewards
Like busting up your family by sending you abroad
A holiday in Germany or Iceland or Hong Kong
Making money being useless well it seems it can't go wrong
But then it's off to Northern Ireland where you'll practice what they preached
You'll shoot to keep yourself alive and kill to keep the peace
And then it won't be so much fun as you hear the wounded crying
Cos before they couldn't speak english and you didn't know what they were saying
But when the children call you "Bastard" it will make you think again
When you cannot tell the difference between animals and men

Animals don't wear uniforms but they kill as much as you
But the army kills for money and animals kill for food
It's the basest degredation in the name of what is right
Become something you never were and regret it til you die

Cos your father will tell you "Sonny, you must do as you are told"
And you'll say the same thing to your kids when you're 32 years old
And unless you can react against the brainwash from the start
Your government will rule your mind and your mind will rule your heart
You'll conform to every social law and be the system's slave
From birth to school to work to death, from the cradle to the grave.....

seriously you should link to their sites or something. going on ilx and saying You Have To Hear The Flange Of Huxley and Militant Supper Club, i mean, dude.

x-post lyrics are good too!

those are subhumans lyrics. they are old hippies that i vowed to serve when i was 16. but they fit here.