Tell me is it time to get down on your motherfuckin’ knees….
I was just watching the video for this song, and noticed that it’s twenty years old. I don’t remember where I was when I first heard it in 1998, only that it was there, and it’s been lodged in my head ever since, a low-boil anger scratch that I have to sometimes itch by watching the video. “Your construction/smells of corruption” is a wonderful opening line, sounding like it was sung over an old PA system, and it only gets better from there. I still need the video, too, because I’d like to believe that the established order of things can be burned down in about five minutes by a surly-sounding British band riding around in a vintage Jaguar.
(Song recommendation by Sarah Nichols)