
Unfortunately I have issues with Rage Against The Machine, and more specific Killing In The Name Of.
I used to live in a gated bungalow-type complex next to a 2 bedroom apartment that contained at least 30 meth heads (or as we lovingly used to call them The Crackheads). The view outside my window was like a deleted scene from Shaun of the Dead as tweaker zombies, eyes wide and fiending, would meander aimlessly around the complex, muttering to no one in particular or squeezing through the surrounding fences trying to get in as the were always forgetting their keys. They were also perpetually going through the outside trashcans searching for broken vacuums and computer pieces to take back to their lair.
Their only hobby, if you could call it that, would manifest itself at around 3am (only on the weekdays of course) when they would blast Killing In The Name Of, singing alongside as well as ineptly playing the bass. And every time I would have to get up, throw some sweats on and go to their door, where I could see through their Spongebob beachtowel ‘curtain’ that they were doing that horrible Zach De La Rocha sneaker pumping stance. I’d bang on the door BAM!BAM!BAM!BAM! ‘SHUT THAT SHIT THE FUCK OFF YOU FUCKING IMBECILES, SOME OF US ARE ACTUALLY EMPLOYED!’ The music would grind to a halt, replaced with the sounds of ‘oh shit oh shit oh shit it’s the cops’ whereupon the meth heads would scatter like roaches after the kitchen light had been turned on.
Sigh. Until the cops did eventually come for them one day, it was three months of pure suck.
What doesn’t suck however is today’s lineup of cover goodies, which completely redeem any of the above associations I have. First up is a homegrown funkified cut from the The Apples. FM Belfast make a mean slowed down electro version. La Maison Tellier and Dsico that no talent hack go country and the always welcomed Mambo Kurt kills it in the name of bad lounge singers everywhere.
Enjoy!
LS