segunda-feira, 15 de agosto de 2005


"Kick Out The Jams"

"Gaze deeply into the prismatic colors of this compact disc like a crystal ball and let the vision envelope your senses in mystic sound. Let yourself step back to a time when muscle cars ruled the Detroit streets and Motown battled psychedelia for the airwaves. It was a time when everything was everything. A time of girls without bras and sex without rules. Bands from all over the world came to Detroit to play in the arena of the Grande. Close your eyes and you shall hear earth-shattering sound waves and see panoramic light beams. Can you smell the fragrance of patchouli incense and strawberry cigarette papers?

...this album of songs is a microcosm of the times that spawned it. It was an idealistic attempt to make something more significant than the mere product that dominated the charts. This record has within it the vision and the violence of a turbulent time in America. This music expresses the frustration and future shock of the soul of the sixties. This is a portrayal of the struggle to create a world that was destined never to be. An impossibly beautiful dream that was doomed by the nation's descent into the disco inferno of the seventies.

We were Punk, before Punk. We were New Wave, before New Wave. We were Metal, before Metal. We were even 'M.C.' before Hammer. Depending on your perspective, we were the electro-mechanical climax of the age, or some sort of a cruel counter-culture hoax. We were considered killer, righteous, high energy dudes who could pitch a whang dang doodle all night long. People concluded that we were:

* No exalted talented; * The revolutionary hype; * John Sinclair's primary political tool; * Like 13 year olds on a meth power trip; * Insolent to our british betters, and... * Definetely born under a bad sign."

ROB TYNER, vocalista original do MC5, em 1991.