under the god

“Even the way the al­bum was record­ed (live takes, few over­dubs, and no fi­ness­ing the lyrics), was at odds with pro­duc­tion stan­dards of the day … The band rel­ished its un­ortho­dox ap­proach and the cre­ative free­dom this process pro­duced, ig­nor­ing the mod­ern rules of record­ing. The re­sult was an un­var­nished, pro­to-grunge sound that had Gabrels’ screech­ing, yet melod­ic, gui­tar at one end, the Sales broth­ers adding deep, rhyth­mic foun­da­tions of drums and bass on the oth­er. Bowie re­mained at the cen­ter, an an­gry mid­dle-aged man.”
—Ted As­re­gadoo
 

Bowie was ahead of things (again) back in 1989 with his (un­der­rat­ed) short-lived side project Tin Ma­chine.

Check the lyrics …

Skin dance back-a-the con­do
Skin heads get­ting to school
Beat­ing on blacks with a base­ball bat
Racism back in rule
White trash pick­ing up Nazi flags
While you was gone, there was war
This is the west, get used to it
They put a Swasti­ka over the door
Un­der the God, un­der the God
One step over the red line
Un­der the God, un­der the God
Ten steps into the crazy, crazy
Wash­ing­ton heads in the toi­let bowl
Don’t see su­prema­cist hate
Right wing dicks in their boil­er suits
Pick­ing out who to an­ni­hi­late
Tox­ic jun­gle of Uzi trails
Tribes­men just would­n’t live here
Fas­cist flare is fash­ion cool
Well, you’re dead, you just ain’t buried yet
Un­der the God, un­der the God
Un­der the God, un­der the God
As the walls came tum­bling down
So, the se­crets that we shared
I be­lieved you by the palace gates
Now the sav­age days are here
Un­der the God
Un­der the God, un­der the God
One step over the red line
Un­der the God, un­der the God
One steps into the crazy, crazy
Crazy eyed man with a shot gun
Hot head­ed creep with a knife
Love and peace and har­mo­ny
Love you could cut with a knife
Un­der the God, un­der the God
Un­der the God, un­der the God

—ja­son malm­berg

Flom­mist Ja­son Malm­berg is a sim­ple man who be­lieves in brown liquor and small dogs. He also makes art some­times. Copy­right © 2019 Ja­son Malm­berg.

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