I owe Pulsebeat host Wayne Elliott a thank you for recommending today's song.
It's by a band from Los Angeles called Gottlieb and it's taken from the band's upcoming debut album The Far Fallen Fruit. The album will be released by Quiet Panic on May 1st and you can pre order the vinyl here : https://gottlieblosangeles.bandcamp.com/album/the-far-fallen-fruit
The band "mix hardcore urgency with post-punk poetry; for fans of Chat Pile, IDLES, Soul Glo, Militarie Gun, Bob Vylan. Drawing from Ceremony, Crass, and Refused, their sound is confrontationally political yet sharp, pairing raw intensity with brooding hooks and unsparing anti-fascist lyrics."
This teaser single certainly piques my interest. It's called Pipe Bomb...
“Nothing more dangerous than a failed artist,” what about the factory that produces failed artists? Weapons contractors selling death for profit, a Fortune-500, public-traded business? “Guns don’t kill people, people kill people.” People make guns. Then they kill people making guns of people who just want to be people. Can’t sell people ‘til they’re shaped like guns, lamps, signs, cars, fun, ass, cash, hundreds, ones. One’s won ones. One’s won ones. “Nothing more dangerous than a failed artist,” what about the factory that produces failed artists? They’re weapons contractors selling death for profit, a Fortune-500, public-traded business “Guns don’t kill people, people kill people.” People make guns, then they kill people by making guns of people who just want to be people. Can’t sell people ‘til their shaped like guns lamps, signs, cars, fun, ass, cash, hundreds, ones. One’s won ones. One’s won ones. Sons make dads; dads tell sons “Keep the world bleached and ammonia’d” “Keep the world bleached and ammonia’d” “Keep the world bleached and ammonia’d” “Keep the world bleached.” And I wonder how long…yeah, I wonder how long I wonder how long I’ve been molded in their image from the parts of a pipe bomb. I’m a pipe bomb. I’m molded in their image from the parts of a pipe bomb. “Nothing more dangerous than a failed artist,” how ‘bout the system that makes ‘em?
