Brainwashed
Where many of his lyrical outings have beenethereal and surrealist in many ways, for this song Aranos has comedown to earth with a definite and unmistakable message: religion, hate,and violence seem to go hand in hand. It's not a revolutionary thought,but Aranos is obviously pissed off. His delivery cannot be mistaken forsarcasm and there's no hint of metaphor nor a sign of symbolismanywhere in his words; this is a direct voice speaking exactly as itssource feels. "No Religion" feels like it should belong at a party,too, the bouncing bass and drum rhythms are joyous sounding and Aranos'slash of violin playing is upbeat and bright, betraying the seriousnessof the lyrics. I've found myself singing this on my way to work so asto pick my mood up, "I've got no religion and I'm glad, glad, glad, I'mso glad that I don't have to hate." "Spitting Revivalist Dreams ofEverlasting Pain" picks up where "No Religion" leaves off. Themechanical, sputtering sound of dying industry that closed up side Aare enhanced and pumped up a thousand-fold on side B. It's a noisetrack in every sense of the word, ringing with piercing shrieks, heavymetallic crashes, and buzzing electronics. Aranos processes thesesounds, turning the volume up, along with intensity, at some points,and letting the sounds rumble on the horizon at others. It's like asonic fit, tossing everything about the room in a sudden and fiercedisplay of absolute frustration. The intensity, at some points, isfrightening and, as the song continues to churn on, never giving up, itbecomes quite clear why this was coupled with "No Religion." Sometimestalking or singing about a feeling or idea isn't enough, sometimessound translates the ideas with such clarity that a word might spoileverything.samples:
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