Nation of Ulysses
Plays Pretty for Baby
label: dischord records
our score: 5.0 out of 5.0
nothing in the world like The Nation Of Ulysses. The chaos, the
hysteria, the lack of historical reference, the category-defying
outbursts of noise: this is their sound. Their obsession with
cough syrup and big breaths of oxygen necessary to say so much
so quickly provides an interesting cocktail.
and sincere, this is the music of youth shouting at the twisted
face of the power brokers and rule makers, the finger shakers
and friendly fakers. Noise is the liberator of the masses, and
the liberated are those who listen intently and dance like bees
in the sun. This is the war cry for youth, a gathering sometimes
teetering between the reckless love jams of Sonic Youth and the
rants of John Lydon's Public Image Ltd. Yet they are not like
those bands. Not at all. They are who they are. Nothing more.
liner notes read like a manifesto as the N.O.U. states that they
are 'to destroy the last vestiges of the corpse "rock 'n'
lies not in our sound, but in your supine head. Our noise is no
more difficult than its epoch.'
This is The
Nation Of Ulysses.
All of the
tracks on this album are great, however a few stand out because
of the lyrics alone:
Comment On Ritual - 'my T-shirt shows everything';
Perpetual Motion Machine - 'Cough syrup - why don't you cough
Maniac Dragstrip - 'We don't go to their parties, yeah because
we hate them.'
Ian MacKaye, Plays Pretty for Baby is a highly recommended
listen. Liberate yourself!
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