뱅쿠버 출신의 싱어송라이터/기타리스트 STEPHEN MCBEAN이 이끄는 신진 밴드 BLACK MOUNTAIN의 데뷔작이다. 말이 신인이지, 이미 1990년대 중반부터 JERK WITH A BOMB이라는 이름으로 꾸준한 활동을 해오고 있었다. 특히 밴드의 음악적 두뇌라 할 수 있는 STEPHEN MCBEAN은 PINK MOUNTAINTOPS라는 아방가르드 포크 솔로 프로젝트도 함께 하고 있는데, BLACK MOUNTAIN은 그에 비해 록 음악 전통에 좀 더 강건한 기반을 가진 밴드 음악을 보여 준다. STEVE와 혼성 듀엣을 이뤄 각 트랙에서 노래하는 AMBER WEBBER의 도취된 듯한 엘레지가 특히 인상적인 이 앨범은 우리 시대 리스너들에게 제공되는, 블루스, 사이키델리아, 애시드 록, 그리고 벨벳 언더그라운드에 대한 탁월한 참고 서자 분명 그 이상의 가치를 지닌 새로운 음악으로 평가 받는다 .... ....
> A-one, two, three Another pop explosion A-one, two, three Another hit recording A-four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten Four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten A horse was maimed Running Wild on freeway A man was killed standing still in his doorway That song was playing We all said 'no way!' That song was playing We all said 'no way!' A-one, two, three Another pop explosion A-one, two, three Another hit recording A-four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten Four, five six, Seven eight, nine ten A horse was maimed Running Wild on freeway A man was killed standing still in his doorway That song was playing We all said 'no way!' That song was playing We all said 'no way!' Oh we can't stand All (of) your modern music Oh we feel afflicted.
> Hello Mr. Holy Hands Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky Sweet, sweet druganaut Oh, rocket, rocket launch Hello Mr. Holy Hands Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky
> O, muse, I'm embarassed, Of what happened. Let's light up your down, And get things happening. We can't get no satisfaction, We can't get no satisfaction. Hurry, hurry, hurry, Miss contractions. Let's light up your down, And get things happening. We can't get no satisfaction. 'Cause everybody likes to, Claim things. And everybody likes to, Shame things. And everybody likes to, Clang bells around. O, muse, I'm embarassed, Of what happened. Let's light up your down, And get things happening. We can't get no satisfaction, We can't get no satisfaction. 'Cause everybody likes to, Claim things. And everybody likes to, Shame things. Hang around, They like to clang around. 'Cause everybody likes to Claim things. And everybody likes to, Shame things. And everybody likes to, Clang bells around.
> there are killers in this town killer, killers with all their killer plans a war is on the horizon won't you let us be the war machine keeps on rolling evil minds and hearts of stone have you done more than you can swallow? lord, won't you set us free? there are killers in this town killer, killers with all their killer plans a war is on the horizon lord, won't you let us be and set us free and overthrow your war machine and let us be and set us free and set us free and let us be
> No hits, In the modern age. No hits, No hits, On the frequencies. No hits, No hits, Halt the dancing crowds. Terror, Terror, Making it in the shade. Terror, Terror, Won't you fall for me? Terror, Terror, Have you been faking the sounds? No hits, In the modern age. No hits, On the TV screens. Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Against the pop star dream. No hits, In the modern age. No hits, No hits, On the frequencies. No hits, No hits, Halt the dancing crowds. Terror, Terror, Making it in the shade. Terror, Terror, Won't you fall for me? Terror, Terror, Have you been faking the sounds? No hits, In the modern age. No hits, On the TV screens. Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Lemme holler, Against the pop star dream. No hits.
> I was seventeen, In nineteen thirty-three. Splitting out of my seams, Can't you see what I've seen? I'll be one one four, By the third world war. Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some kill, And get outta this place. Lived a life of crime, Since about grade nine. So whose side you on? Whose side you on? But ain't it a loss, A dental floss? Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some kill, And get outta this place. 'Cause nobody likes your, Fucked up plans, Of shooting up some foreign land, That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. I was seventeen, In nineteen thirty-three. Splitting out of my seams, Can't you see what I've seen? I'll be one one four, By the third world war. Faulty times. Faulty times. Let's smoke some kill, And get outta this place. 'Cause nobody likes your, Fucked up plans, Of shooting up some foreign land, That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws. That's spread it's weight, In spite of all your laws.
> Hello Mr. Holy Hands Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky Sweet, sweet druganaut Oh, rocket, rocket launch Hello Mr. Holy Hands Blood in the sky Said, are you freedom man Oh, are you freedom man Oh, we're young and fast Lighting up the sky Lighting up the sky