Come the revolution, it's going to have a great soundtrack. Hopefully provided by Paris anarcho/techno punks Louis Lingg and the Bombs (https://www.facebook.com/louislinggandthebombs).
They were a regular feature on Just Some Punk Songs a few years ago with this possibly being my favourite track by them https://justsomepunksongs.blogspot.com/2015/05/louis-lingg-and-bombs-i-wish-i-was-dead.html
Are they still as good as they were back then? On the evidence of their new ep I'd have to give a resounding yes in reply.
The ep's titled Can You Hear The Uproar? It's 3 new songs plus 3 instrumental versions. It's music to get your body moving and your mind working. It's the sound of a band channeling their anger in a direction that allows them to have a little more fun than many contemporary acts. Maybe think Chumbawamba mixed with Atari Teenage Riot?
Name your price and download here : https://louislinggandthebombs.bandcamp.com/album/can-you-hear-the-uproar
This is the lead track, of which they say, "I wrote Manspreading on the Metro about my friend and Colleague Yves who committed suicide because of our director at work. This director lied to us and said he died in his sleep. His wife found out about the lie and told us that he committed suicide because of the director. What an absolute monster that man is. It was originally a grunge song but Octave rewrote it to make it a techno rock song."
It's called Manspreading on the Metro...
Verse 1
(He’s) Slouched on the subway
Lazy, lack of poise
I knew him from work
That asshole from accounts
He’s looking right through me
(I) Think he might be dead
No such luck
Fucker just doesn’t care
He fired my workmates
(He) didn’t even blink
(A) day of screams
He didn’t even hear
And now he manspreads
A greasy metaphor
Taking up space
Close your fucking legs
Close your fucking legs
Prechorus
Stop stop
the spread!
Chorus X2
Man (down) on the metro
Legs spreading wide
Why aie aie aie!
Stabbed him with my stiletto
Legs spreading wide
Why aie aie aie!
Verse 2
The day my friend died
(A)Hopeless suicide
(He) told us he passed
Peaceful, in his sleep
You fucking liar
You grubby fucking suit
Taking up space
Close your fucking legs
Close your fucking legs!
Prechorus
Hey dude!
It’s rude!
Two seats
Stop stop the spread!
Chorus
Man (down) on the metro
Legs spreading wide
Why aie aie aie!
Stabbed him with my stiletto
Legs spreading wide
Why aie aie aie!