New column alert, fucksabres! ... Drowning ourselves as much as we do in musical racketry, us fellers of the Belly come across many different types of audio than just your run-of-the-mill pummelsome horrificness. But one thing we've started to notice is that even the most mild-mannered of acts like to dabble from time to time in the graphic, in the violent, in the dangerous, in the vicious, in the grotesque, and in the talon... so to speak. And we feel this is one quality of our favorite tunesmiths that we want to accentuate. Be it in their lyrics, in their live shows, in their videos, in their lifestyles, or even just randomly throughout their tenure, we will chronicle their tip-toes-ing into the straight up powerviolence [often times dropping the prefix] while most generally they are tame by our usual gnardefinitions...
So the first addition to this column comes from the Pensacola folkster-punk outfit often touted as one of the most important DIY acts today. Rumored to have assembled as a brash and crass country act, the punk waters ran deep in these kids, and they couldn't ignore the fire [think a bluegrass-stuffed, folk-injected, speed-addict Against Me!, or something]... BUT what enters them into this column is their song "Murdermurdermurdermurder", and more importantly, the lyrics. At first listen, it totally makes you wanna cut a rug in your underwear in your one-bedroom shoebox Brooklyn apartment, hip shakin like the end is near... but on further investigation, the words are grim as hell, and basically straight up wrong. But I'll let you jokers be the judge... Shits straight up fight:
"Pushed my gramma down in front of a train.
I like to watch people wiggle around in pain.
Especially if it's those that I love.
Gonna send'em to the great god above
Strapped a timebomb to my son yesterday.
Told my wife he wanted her to go outside to play.
You know the whole house and yard I blew it up.
I guess now they know I love em both very much...
You know i only kill for decency.
Filling up heaven with people who mean so much to me.
So that if I ever make it there
It won't be filled with people who laugh, point, and stare.
Point and stare."
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