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Eco-slut
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Captain Morgan and his Hammond Organ meets punk.
space rock hawkwind heavy rock synth rock
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Heavy Space Rock, a bit progressive possibly in places.
This was a project I recorded in 1999-2000, expecting (and indeed achieving) no financial gain, fame or success. It sold a fabulous 9 copies on dear old mp3.com. Ah, the joys of last century technology- Cubase VST creaking along and crashing frequently on a steam driven 300MHz Pentium II... We won't see those days again. Thank God. The original intent was a kind of metallised space rock, kind of a metallised Hawkwind. I modelled the vocals very poorly indeed on those of Martin Walkyier (then of Skyclad), largely because I can't sing to save my life. What I learned was that I can't bark convincingly either. Also, strangely, despite the hundreds of hours I spent recording and tweaking these songs I was reluctant to lay down vocal tracks, and on more than one occasion I just left the guide vocal on the finished masterpieces. Which was just plain silly. Other memories that leap unbidden include the hopeless quest to make an AWE32 kick drum poke through the mix, and the frustration caused by the fact that, having had most of my gear stolen some time before, all I had to work with was a guitar, a microphone, and whatever the poor struggling PC could come up with (and thanks to Steve Watson for the loan of his keyboard, his compressor/limiter, his outboard reverb, his ears and his considerable patience). So anyway, here it is, in all of its naked glory. Be kind. It was only for fun.
Song Info
Genre
Rock Punk
Charts
#2,719 in subgenre Peak #9
Charts
Peak #125
Author
Ian Bland
Rights
Bland
Uploaded
August 22, 2004
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MP3 2.6 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Story behind the song
An old lyric with a rammed in hook "Eco-slut!" that doesn't really quite fit in as such, this track has a notable lessening of the space rock angle and goes for a fast punk sound. How else could I embellish this guitar-fest than with cheesey SoundBlaster hammond organ solos? I seem to remember I was aiming for a John Lord out of Deep Purple effect, but ended up with something that sounds like Klaus Wunderlich trying to get with-it with the groovy new sounds of The Kids. Also, I recorded this before discovering that Soundblasters won't synch at 44.1kHz, resulting in the whole thing kind of going out of time towards the end. Worth a listen tho, just for the joy of badly recorded guitars duelling with a Bontempi organ. As such, unmissable.
Lyrics
Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die, We'll be dancing in the acid rain that's streaming from the sky, Go surfing on the sewage as it washes on the shore, Get ready for the reaper when he knocks upon the door, A burger for your breakfast, have a fag and sink a beer, Have a high old time before the cost of living gets too dear, As DDT and PCBs through topsoil percolate, No time to lose, don't get the blues, prepare to meet your fate, Mother Earth so blindly fertile, bore a species transcendental, Now's the time to foul the cradle with our fluids excremental... ECO-SLUT! Don't care about the ozone just unpack your mirrorshades, It's nice to see the UVB we're getting it in spades, So tan until your skin peels off beneath the burning sun, It's time to realise eco-devastation can be fun, Mother Earth so blindly fertile, bore a species transcendental, Now's the time to foul the cradle with our fluids excremental... ECO-SLUT! Mother Earth so blindly fertile, bore a species transcendental, Now's the time to foul the cradle with our fluids excremental... ECO-SLUT!
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