Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed and to Suck Eggs
Ministry
℗ 1992 Sire Records 7599 26727 / © Warner Brothers Records
Easily one of the most anticipated albums from that year, especially after Nine Inch Nails had helped bring industrial metal to the mainstream with the success of the overtly Ministry-worshipping Pretty Hate Machine, Psalm 69: The Way to Succeed & the Way to Suck Eggs represented the high point of Alain Jourgensen and Paul Barker's incarnation as loud-as-hell electro-thrashers. The pump had been primed the previous year with the fierce "Jesus Built My Hot Rod," featuring Gibby Haynes from Butthole Surfers on vocals ranting over a galloping molten explosion of beats and feedback. Presented in a slightly edited version here, it's still the high point of the album, while a reworked version of its B-side, "TV Song" (here called "TV II" and with Jourgensen on vocals instead of Chris Connelly), also makes for some good noise. Throughout, however, Ministry as a unit shows their facility for straightforward, brutal noise crossed with clinical, on-the-money arrangements, whether it's the collage of crowd-riot samples bubbling throughout "N.W.O." or the chantings of Christian praise on the title track. As a role model for any number of nu-metallers down the road, Psalm 69 is often terribly underrated, but where Ministry succeeds while so many failed easily has to do with sheer vitriol only slightly tempered by the overwhelming hugeness of the songs. Consider the massive impact of the drums on "Just One Fix" as they lead into tightly wound, downward-spiral riffing or the hyper-speed clatter of "Hero" and "Corrosion." Jourgensen's rasped lyrical visions of a corrupt America, drug addiction, mindless patriotism, and religious hypocrisy aren't per se revelatory, but anyone who lived through the Bush years — either father or son — might find plenty to sympathize with. Secret highlight: "Scarecrow," which takes the massive slow pound of Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks" and takes it to a strung-out, harrowing new location. — Ned Raggett. |
- 1. N. W. O. [05:31]
- 2. Just One Fix [05:11]
- 3. TV II [03:04]
- 4. Hero [04:13]
- 5. Jesus Built My Hotrod [04:51]
- 6. Scarecrow [08:21]
- 7. Psalm 69 [05:29]
- 8. Corrosion [04:56]
- 9. Grace [03:05]
Участие в альбоме:
- Paul Barker: bass, programming, vocals
- Alain Jourgensen: vocals, guitars, keyboards
- Michael Balch: keyboards, programming
- H. Beno: programming
- Gibby Haynes: vocals (5)
- Bill Rieflin: drums
- Mike Scaccia: guitars
- Louis Svitek: guitar
Тексты:
N. W. O.
all the locals hide their tears of regret open fire cos i love you to death sky high, with a heartache of stone you'll never see me cos i'm always alone how to love without a trace of dissent i'll buy the torture cos you pay for the rent tied high with a broken command you're all alone to the promised land i'm in love with this malicious intent you've been taken but you don't know it yet what you will know must never live to be found cos it's the subject of the eyes of the drowned
Just One Fix
blood keeps drinking away certain of its destination driving through new orleans at night gotta find a destination just one fix life keeps slipping away fighting in a war with damnation poised, keep cutting away i'm looking in through to salvation just one fix like if i boarded a train trying to take in another station join us and the choice will be made unless we kill the lie as a nation just one fix
TV II
tell me something i don't know show me something i can't use push the button connect the goddamned dots live-in thief in my bedroom bathroom commodity sodomy glass autonomy promise everything take it all away give it a rest you're lying through your teeth you're lying through your teeth who what which why who when did you say the earth would stop turning? when did you say we would all start burning? when should i make a pledge? should i listen to the voices in my head? connect the goddamned dots connect the goddamned dots connect the goddamned dots who am i trying to impress? who could care less? tell me something i don't know
Hero
they get you ready to fight the fuse is ready to blow you shoot to kill on sight they call you g i joe you never wanted to stop the smell of burning flesh the hero marches alone across the highway of death it's not a matter of rights it's just a matter of war don't have a reason to fight they never had one before you're just a killing machine he's come to take you down we take the gas that we need and pump the blood on the ground they're gonna set you up so they can take you down they're gonna suck you dry they've left the blood to be found they're gonna rip you apart you're gonna burn at the stake cos when it's time to collect it's only heroes who pay
Jesus Built My Hotrod
Soon i discovered that this rock thing was true Jerry lee lewis was the devil Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet All of a sudden, i found myself in love with the world So there was only one thing that i could do Was ding a ding dang my dang a long ling long Ding dang a dong bong bing bong Ticky ticky thought of a gun Everytime i try to do it all now baby Am i on the run Why why why why why baby If it's so evil then? Give me my time, with all my power Give it to me all again (wow) Ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong Every where i go Everytime you tell me baby When i settle down Got to get me a trailer park And hold my world around Why why why why? Ding ding donga dong dong ding dong Dingy dingy son of a gun Half my time i tell you baby Never am i all for sure Why why why why why baby Sicky sicky from within Everytime i stick my finger on in ya You're a wild wild little town bitch Now how 'bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long Dingy a dingy dong a down Everytime you tell me baby When i settle down Got to get me a trailer park And hold my world around Why why why why? In my dang a ding a ding a ding dong A sticky sticky son of a gun Ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong Why why never know Why why wack a dong a dang ding dong Then you take it on the bill Ding dang dong don't dong Whoa! I wanna love ya! Why why why, why why darling Do you do you tell me to play? Half the time i talk about it all now baby You know what i'm talkin' about i said Why why why it'll Ticky ticky ticky ticky Son of a gun Ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong Ticky ticky thought of a gun Bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong Binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong Bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong Bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong Aarrrhhhh... Ding dang a dang bong bing bong Ticky ticky thought of a gun Everytime i try to do it all now baby Am i on the run Why why why It'll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky Dawn of a gun Bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a Ticky ticky thought of a gun Bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam Ticky ticky through the day If you got a doubt 'bout baby The memory is on the bed Why why why why why Darlin' uh it don't know When my time is on Might tell me never do it on his own If my time was all as is yours Make me burn a wish When my time with you is brutish No i'll never not ever Why why why why why why baby heavy hell Alone and it's here it's this thunder The thunder oh thunder Oh! Jesus built my car It's a love affair Mainly jesus and my hot rod Yeah, fuck it!
Scarecrow
staring in the face of condemnation laughter fills the sky instead of rain live my life alone in resignation arms outstretched for those who cannot say scarecrow crucified and left in isolation pictures of our lost morality scarecrow eyeless stares invite this whole damnation rotting corpse of inhumanity scarecrow
Psalm 69
congregation, please be seated and open your prayer guides to the book of revelations, psalm 69 drinking the blood of jesus drinking it right from his veins learning to swim in the ocean learning to prowl in his name the body of christ looked unto me a preacher with god-given hands he wants you to suck on the holy ghost and swallow the sins of man psalm 69 the invisible piss of the holy ghost comes down like acid rain they're making a bonnet of terminal guilt the scavengers go on parade the fathers who write that eternity is used to fight the sword have filled you up with the devil's cock and he'll come in the name of the lord the way to succeed and the way to suck eggs
Corrosion
Instrumental
Grace
Instrumental