SUPERFUCKERS "Robbed"
Fiend | CD 042 | CD-R

This particular review follows on from my piece on Mrs Cakehead's 'The Stuff+' CD-R, also on the voluptuous Paul Harrison's FIEND label, for those readers who feel more comfy with some semblance of order and continuity in this stinking vonny grahzny life. And, before I press 'play' on my ' big one' I just want to say how the issues which I raised in that previous review became yet another notch further reinforced today when I spy, a'walkin' a'down the street, a'gang' of five millenium youths, 14 or 15 years old (and just about that amount of brain cells between them) with, wait for it... with three of them fucking three of them, wearing identical royal blue 'GAP' fleece's or sweatshirts (? I don't know what the fuck you call them and quite frankly I don't fucking care!) Why? Why, why, why the fuck why?! Why do they think it's so fucking 'cool' or fucking 'wicked' or whatever the latest fuck wank piss shit cunt adjective is today, to have some filthy stinking global corporation's trade name lit up like a fucking Piccadilly Circus neon ad on their fronts?!?! I mean what the fucking fuck is going on? Ok, do you wanna know? Do you wanna know what' s fucking going on?!?! Right, I'll tell ya!! I'll fucking tell ya what's fucking cunting well going on... brainwashing!!! Fucking brainwashing!!! That's what!! Fucking cunting dirty low-down sniveling stinking diarrhoeic brainwashing, is what's going on!!! Brainwash the mindless masses to do your sick-making advertising for you. Cultivate the 'impressionable' young into being used to accepting and expecting the next latest thing, the next latest 'fad' ,the next fashion illusion..."! bought it because it's in fashion"... what a pile of wank!!! All this, not because mindless cunt loves Milk Tray, oh no, far from it, it is in order to keep perpetual the spinning cogs of commerce so as to line the pockets of the chosen few whilst everyone else is in fact a slave to this system. Only they don't know they are slaves. They think they are free. But they're not! Get up 6:00 am, get to work 8:00 am, work ya labia off, leave work 5:00 pm, home 6:00pm, day in day out, week after week, year after year, for 150 pounds a week?! Your whole fucking life?!?! And you become a fucking unpaid walking advertisement for the likes of GAP, NIKE, UMBRO, ADIDAS, the whole fucking lot!!! And it gets worse...

Now I receive Christmas cards from kids (no, it's not like that... calamitous don't you think?) in text message style, all abbreviated and hacked up and how long before they start to reinvent the language by trimming and removing whole chunks of words in the vocabulary, just as the totalitarian oligarchical collective was in the process of doing in Orwell's contrasting yet still prophetically valid nightmare, by publishing ever shorter and shorter dictionaries in order to remove from the masses the capacity for thought other than those thoughts that the state wished them to have. To keep them controlled. To keep them slaves.

John Lydon, (whilst wearing the best hairdo I've ever seen in my whole fucking life) said, sometime in the late 1980's "...why should intelligence be in the ownership of things like the Conservative party, it's not right, all kids should learn this in school, this is the weapon the tories use against you... they want to keep you stupid. they want to keep you down, if you do not learn how to beat this system intelligently you never will, that is the only lesson in life to learn. Period." For 'Conservative' read "any main party"; "...left wing, right wing, you can stuff the lot!" [1]

So, three GAP fronted clones, like three blue and silver Daleks, reporting to the red Dalek who in turn takes it's orders from the black Dalek. And they obey. They obey. Cunts.

Well, I guess I had better get on with the review. I've played 'Robbed' a couple of times before and noticed some rather good islands of sound amid a wide, wide ocean of unfocused ideas. A quick word about the cover art montage (mine was a promo/press release, as stated in the proceeding review)... I must say I do like the photo of the yummy young looking girl in what looks like or is similar to, some sort of school frock, therein. Very nice and made all the more exciting by having been scrawled on to an extent that you can't quite make out certain details. Yeah, OK, I'm a funny bloke I suppose but then I didn't take the fucking picture (or, indeed, pose for it) and it must have an intended audience unless it's some sort of 'private' photo and, besides, I'm not predacious. I didn't invent this fucking damned world, did I? I just found myself here, like all you other cunts, here in this hellish shitehole. Some folks would think, and try to have you believe otherwise, I know. I've seen 'em. And don't they make you just so fucking sick?!

First track, 'Black Elk Shits'. This wouldn't sound out of place on a Tabula Rasa release, electric 'raspberry blowing' builds a continuous supportive backing core along with a deeper throbbing pulsation whilst an anal american vocal rattles off words as if from a shopping list... 'farout', 'far reaching', 'mindbending', 'mind expanding' ,'lugworm', 'mucous', 'membrane'... a little Gerogerigegegegarian (wow! I've exceeded myself, fuckhead!) in a way, you know, the sort of thing Richo would jadedly describe as "Juntaro and his friends just don't get tired of it, do they?" Then the whole tool box of sounds is thrown into the air, stabilising again, to become a melee of SPKesque "my name is John... I am an american soldier" [2]... only in this instance it seems to be about UFO's. Early Nurse with Wound, T.G and even a little Whitehouse, instrumentals, poke their noses in and out again along with 1960's Sci-Fi puppet show sound effects. Excellent. Why should anyone into the genre want to knock Black Elkie-welkie shitty-wits? Not me.

'World view' begins with deep electro-rasp rhythems and then takes on an oriental flavoured mish-mash followed by 'I'll name that sped-up tune'..."Dreamer, you're nothing but a dreamer..." Think NWW Sylvie and Babs, think lots of early 1980's NWW in fact, only nowhere near the quality, I mean, like, Stapleton is a genius isn't he? Now my minds beginning to wander. This is not holding my attention, some kind of deficiency on my part perhaps? No. This is the 'unfocused sea' I mentioned earlier. But I'm soon gripped again though, it really does sound like a storm at sea, and then, washed up on some shore there's all sorts of junk, 'found sounds' thrown in. What a mess! A good attempt but it doesn't live up to the, now 20 years old, works which it try's so hard to emulate.

'Hisdabekus (Divine Kiss)' is, at first, nothing short of an attempt pay homage to SPK's 'Slogan' [3]. Fine, alright, but it's not in the same league and I don't feel anything really new has been added to make repeated playings worthwhile. It's like, OK, I've been here before, but so what? Oh, and boy... does it drag on! Yawn, yawn, yawn it dissolves into another land-fill site of unfocused suedo avant-gardism. A voice here, aping there, a pong, a ting, a tong... boring if you ask me, which, if you've read this far, you are. Asking me that is.

I always enjoy a good wank, er song title, and Sandblasting Bonnie Tyler's 'Throat' is a good one! On goes the Whitehousian 'Movement' hiss of a sandblaster, in comes Bonnie's 1980's (?) hit 'It's a Heartache' (?), yeah, a pretty neat idea but it doesn't come anything near as close to the mark as The Gerogerigegege's ultra classic (x16167) 'Al Jin' [4] in the total desecration of a drab pop song... any attempt to better, 'Al Jin' would be futile. You have been warned. Oh, and it's going on and on again... yeah, yeah, yeah, I get the joke, I might look the stupid baka. Am.

What can I write about, dear accommodating reader, whilst waiting for the last spurts of the contents of Bonnie Tyler's throat to peter out? OK... saw some absolutely gorgeous nymphets in Simsbury's today, long purple hippy skirt, curley red hair... ah, the fifth and last track, 'No Secrets' is on. More WH 'Movement' whitenoise, some bitches in the background talking about something, clothes I think, bitches always do, I mean, look at me! Hmmm, Consumer Electronics did this sort of thang before todays lackluster Fuckbulb (TM) generation were even little squidgy embryonic chicks in cunt's belly.

Alright fuckin' Super's I get the drift, you've got the will, you've got all thee equipment... next time why not try and do something really original? There's a war on you know and we have to remove the desire for acts like S-Club 7, Steps,Five... we have in fact been charged with the task of changing human nature forever, tampering with the very designs of God Himself! Stop playing turkey baster with yer private parts and let's do the job!

And... no GAP clothes allowed.

Notes

Lyric from the song 'White Punks On Hope' on Grass's Stations of the Crass dbl LP 1979 Crass 521984. I don't have the CD reissue info, so sorry about that. So fucking sorry I feel I've let you down.
From the SPK tape Surgical Penis Klinic (I've been there man!) Live at the Crypt 198? -IPHAR 009 (remember IPHAR? Ahh! Forget it!)
From the SPK LP Auto-Da-Fe 1985 WULP 002 Walter Ulbricht Schallfolien (if you're lucky). Also available on CD 1995 SPK 4CD The Grey Area Of Mute Records (you'd be lucky here too because of the excellent extra tracks... you can't fuckin' lose, can ya?!!)
The Gerogeigegege-Al Jin 7" flexi disc 1988 PLM-156 and/or SH-280071. Also to be found on the Gerogerigegege 'Singles 1985-1995 CD 1994 WIP005 Work In Progress, wherein the insert informs us..."In 1988,we announced in a musical magazine that we had a live performance on a beach for commemoration of Flexi-Disks sales. On the day of performance, however, we burned all Flexi-Disk (2000 copies in total) in front of the many audience there. Then, none has the original Flexi-Disk now. This track has tune recorded in the none-existant Flexi-Disk. Only Kamikaze GeroGary has a signed copy because only Kamikaze GeroGary and Incapacibarn really care. Do you care?

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