| December 2002
CD press: 500 |
Side A
1. Why Am I XXY? 2:38 Side B 1. I Saw You 2:40 total playing time 38:10 |
REVIEWS
Ox-Fanzine (German)
“Previously known as Barse 77, if these snotty British punks dropped the 77 from their name to take a break from aping the sounds and styles of our royal first generation of punk, no-one told them! In short “They said it couldnt happen here” is punkrock through and through. While some bands are motivated to move music forward and stamp their own style into musical history, Barse are content to carry on resurrecting the attitudes and noise of 1977, sounding remarkably similar to the bands, like the Art Attacks, and Snivelling Shits ,that formed weeks after seeing the Pistols and Buzzcocks for the first time. What’s more, in spite of fashion and trends, barse sound like their having an absolute blast and that, my friends is punk fucking rock!! Enjoy!”
James Sherry/Kerrang March 8th 2003
English Barse carry a really unique -77 sound. It actually sounds to be in the same area and in the same gigs in Buzzcocks, The Undertons and the alikes. It´s pretty snotty pop-punk, with lyrics dealing with everything from masturbation to why you should hate amerikkka even more and why everthing sucks. As i said, 1977 style! But just as much of the old stuff it´s the classic three chords, and to call it anything like “hard” would be blasthemy. But overall this is really good stuff to pick up atleast one band that you can tell love what they are doing and don´t follow the hypes, and keeps the cocky poppier punk alive and not modernized to being just plain silly and stupid. Tracks that fell directly to my liking are “Why Am i XXY?”, “I Hate AmeriKKKa” (fuckin awesome lyrics) and “We´re So Bored!!”. Good stuff.
Committed To Oi! February 2004
“White vinyl version of this as it’s also out on cd. These are mega limited as there are only 500 of these fuckers in existence so try Jim Broon on Ebay in a few years timeClassic singalong 77 non-pc punk rock here. I Hate Amerikkka- Sisters Making Pornosare fuckin brill- the lyrics have to be heard to be believed. Marriage Wrecker is for well marriage wreckers i suppose. Horror Garage- Sewer Love- Were So Bored-absolutely hilarious stuff. If yer easily offended or just don’t own a sense of humour ya shoo buy one and listen to this. You wont be disappointed I can tell ya. Interview soon in Anarchoi. Should be fun. Cant wait.”
James/Anarchoi #7
“Newcastlen liepeiltä ponnnistava Barse tekee ehtaa 76-brittipunkkia yhtä teeskentelemättömästi, innokkasti ja nöyristelemättömän nöyrästi kuinsitä tehtiin ennen punkin nousemista in-ilmiöksi. They Said It Couldn’t Happen Here… And It Didn’t!-levyn (Hell’s Tone) soundia voisi parhaiten kuvata sanalla halpa, mikä ei tee siitä huonoa. Ei, se tekee siitä loistavan. Paitsi soundi, myös biisit ja asenne ovat kohdallaan. (4/5)
Halme/Rumba 8/03
“Englantilainen Barse soittaa ihan mukiinmenevän kuuloista 77-punkkia. Tämä ei ole loukkaus, mutta ensimmäinen mielikuva mikä allekirjoittaneelle tuli mieleen, oli Eppu Normaalin Aknepop-levy. Jotenkin laulaja vaan vetää biisit läpi samantyyppisellä eleettömyydellä kuin Martti Syrjä aikoinaan. Kaiken kaikkiaan tästä levystä puuttuu se räkäisyys mihin tämän päivän punkissa on totuttu.
Barsen koukku ei ole kuitenkaan soitannan tai vokaalien puolella, vaan sanoituksissa. Harvoin on sanoituslehtistä lukiessaan saanut nauraa yhtä paljon kuin Barsen kohdalla. Älkää ymmärtäkö väärin, kyseinen yhtye ei ole mikään Englannin Sleepy Sleepers. Hommat hoidetaan kotiin aina yhtä loistavalla brittiläisellä hienovaraisen ironisella huumorilla. Hieman tuli mieleen Jello Biafran Dead Kennedys-aikoinaan laatimat lyriikat. Asennetta, sanomaa ja ironiaa löytyy juuri sopivassa suhteessa.
“Well, I’m a chauvenist pig, do what the fuck I like / I blew the last one out, cause she was a bike / I spent their money, and I fuck their mates / Now I’m getting real good, at climbing garden gates”. Ote biisistä Marriage Wrecker. Hyvä meininki.”
Valtteri Väkevä/Numero
“They come from Co. Durham and play 77 style punk similar to the Pits but with lyrics which may upset some of the PC brigade and maybe a few of our friends accross the water with “I hate Amerikka” but who cares, this album is really good. My favourite track of the 16 is “We’re so bored” with the brilliant chorus “I put a safety pin through my mother’s head cos she told me to get a job, my father threw me out last Thursday cos I told him to suck my knob”. A band I’d like to see live.”
Ian
“There is some ’77 worship going on here. BARSE have some lo fi production happening, which really assists the early BUZZCOCKS sound, but they do this without the bouncy pop. There is some good fuzz on the guitar and it is played at a mid-tempo oi pace. BARSE play a little more simpler and they are still able to pull off the fun-loving feel to that power pop sound.”
SP/Equalizing-X-Distort radio zine April 2003, Issue 3
“The 7” on Rapid Pulse was the first thing I heard by this UK band. It is great – you should buy it. Very Stiff Little Fingers/Newtown Neurotics without sounding like a carbon-copy band, quite difficult to pull off with this type of sound. This LP continues in the same vein, suffering slightly of samey-sounding production, but that is just typical for the guitar-raunch-phobic island from which these lads hail. Always good to hear snarled English vox. In the garage ’77 punk world, this is probably the best band out of UK since the Armitage Shanks. The songs are good and I have no doubt at all they would be really fun in a small club in, I dunno, Leeds or somewhere. See ya in Leeds!
Ryan Wells/Maximum Rocknroll #239
“You’ve probably heard of them at least by now, and if not the name should give you a pretty good clue. Yeah, it’s 100% 1977 punk rock, in places it’s pure Buzzcocks. Lyrically it’s fairly light hearted with a bit of fixation with serial killers. But what’s this, changing the lyrics to “Why AM I XXY?” and removing the Peter Suttcliffe references, surely not an attempt to appeal to a family audience lads? In fact, as I’ve said before, Trev Hagl’s initial marketing of this on the “non-PC” lyrics was a bit of an error coz they aren’t really, just the sort of things you’d expect old ’77 bands to sing about really. They’re musically very good and have the late seventies sound and style down to a tee, and I have to admit while I wasn’t overly impressed with their first CD, their subsequent stuff has improved and they’ve grown on me a lot. They have a knack of writing good memorable songs that sort of get under your skin and while I’m sure some would argue there’s nothing original here, it jas to be said that there isn’t really many people doing this stuff well these days. So that’s quite a thumbs-up by my standars.”
Chip/Head Wound #14
“I think 2003 will be the year of PuNk. Believe me, cause if I hear this I know it will be the year of PuNk. Barse are another great English PuNk band with great influences of Exploited, UK Subs and a touch of Toy Dolls. Really, these guys are a trip. 1,2,3….four beer and the whole fun starts. Sixteen great sing along songs with funny lyrics, but also a big portion of social criticism, great stuff!!!! These guys keep the spirit alive. A good investment!!! (6/7)”
Ralf Burkart/Daredevil Online Magazine
“Fuck Lennon/McCartney – Brown/McGee are the boys, giving us delightful ballads such as “Horror Garage” with the lines “Not afraid of the noose, or rotting in a prison cell/ ‘cos when I get my hands around your neck you’re going straight to fucking hell”. Yes, back with a vengeance with 16 tracks (plus the unlisted “Rats at the Door”) of classic 77 punk rock. “Through the Eyes of Murder” will have any Cock Sparrer fan wetting their pants, and “Do You Get the Picture” is Buzzcocks at their very best. “I Hate Amerikkka”, “Sisters Making Pornos” and “No Style” are almost HC, but still great, while “Everything’s Pointless” is one the best pop-punk songs ever written. But let’s get this straight. Barse are not “pop-punk” in an Americanised out-of tune singing way that blatantly apes another band. They’re all about clever guitar leads, abrasive chords and brilliant harmonised choruses – none of that oohs and ahhs 60’s wannabe shit. When your worst song on an album is good, you know you’re onto a classic. They are such talented writers that they could even afford to drop the lines “Peter Sutcliffe he was some boy, a hammer and a hacksaw were his toys, 13 was his final count, it was 20 odd really, it was seven not out” (from “Why Am I XXY?”). And this time they even get the production right… you would never imagine it was done in a council house in Sleep Valley, with a singer half asleep after a hard day on the bins. I thought 2002 was a disastrous year for music, but this, The Pits and Class Assasins albums are without a doubt all time classics. (10/10)”
Trev/Savage Amusement #18
“Yeah! when I saw the envelope which brought that to me, I saw ‘ Finland ‘, I said myself ‘cool, some crust records came to me!’ fuck no! it’s punk, fucking punk rock, well execute, well oldschool… d’you know Voice of a Generation? give hem punk looking, 20 years old more in their ass, and in their guitars, and you’ll find ‘Barse’, more dirty, more rock’ roll and more good still! A truth English feeling and for cause… they are English! Really pure disc which should find its place in all the dirty punk ears, with dog or not…”
Olivier/Rudeboi
“Barse on vaikuttanut vuodesta 1997 saakka, tosin alunperin ilmeisesti Barse 77 -nimellä. Kuunneltavani on CD-r versio kohta ilmestyvästä uudesta täyspitkästä. Barse Kuulostaa vanhanaikaiselta brittipunkilta, jossa panostetaan biisien kirjoittamiseen ja hauskoihin sanoituksiin. Ja täytyy myöntää, että Barsen biisit ovat erittäin hyviä. Ne tarttuvat päähän kertakuulemalla. Hienoa brittiläistä, sopivan melodista punkrockia. Pistetään tehosekoittimeen vaikkapa Buzzcocks, Newtown Neurotics ja Splodge, niin saadaan jotain Barsen tapaista. Mukavaa kuulla vaihteeksi tällaistakin- välillä kun tympii liian pitkälle menevä suoraviivaisuuskin. Harmitti vaan, että promoversion mukana ei ollut sanoituslappua. Mukana seuranneessa lapussa nimittäin lukee “fuck off the p.c. brigade”, mikä pisti heti epäilemään, että sanoitukset sisältävät vähintäänkin jonkinlaista alapään juttua (Nailed Down on osoittanut huomattavasti suurempaa tyylikkyyttä julistamalla uudella LP:llään, että “anti-pc is just another trend”). Semmoista huumoripuoltahan noista Barsen sanoista sitten löytyykin, ja “keskenkasvuista” pikkutuhmaa paneskeluasennetta. Toisaalta sitten taas jonkinlaiseksi kantaaottavuudeksi tulkittavaakin pilkahtelee, tosin Barsen “poliittisuudessakin” huumori on etusijalla. I Hate Amerikkka -piisissä luetellaan, mitä kaikkea amerikkalaista Barse vihaa: Fred Flinstone, disco, baseball, Jerry Springer, Cadillacit, cowboyt, Pepsi, hampurilaiset, terapeutit, Dolly Parton, Kojak, Perry Mason, jne. Parista viimeeksi mainitusta voisi luulla, että Barse on elänyt 70-luvulla (Cannon, Columbo ja sheriffi McCloud jäivät mainitsematta, heh). Diskanttinen saundi hieman haittaa, olisiko tuo ongelma parantunut valmiilla levyllä? Musiikki kuulostaa hyvältä, mutta tuohon sanoituspuoleen suhtaudun varauksella… Niin, niin, tosikko mikä tosikko…” (AH)
Toinen Vaihtoehto #157
Barse: “They Said It Couldn’t Happen here… And It Didn’t!” Lyrics
Why Am I XXY?
richard ramirez just wouldn’t stop it
he’ll pull your eye out and fuck your socket
“18 or 80 dosent matter to me
disneyland awaits it’s the territory”
why am I xxy?, Why am I xxy?
I’ll stick my cock in your head but I don’t know why, why am I xxy?
Peter sutcliffe he was some boy
A hammer and a hacksaw were his toys
13 was his final count
it was 20 odd really but there was seven not out
why am I xxy?, why am I xxy?
“I’ll saw your head off and stab you through the eye, why am I xxy?
But your not on the same page as me, your not even in the same library
I’ll lull you with a false sense of security, and then you’ll end up on my plate
Why am I xxy?,Why am I xxy?
I need to masturbate every day and night, why am I xxy?
Ed kemper was six foot five
But he could’nt fuck girls who were alive
So he cut their throats and cut off their heads
And kept them in boxes under the bed
Why am I xxy?, why am I xxy?
“I killed my mum last night and I did’nt cry, why am I xxy?
People like this may live among us
The man who works for british gas, the man who drives the bus
So the moral of this story is plain to see
The man with an axe in the dark is me!
Why am I xxy? Why am I xxy?
The bodies in the attic make me think im right, why am I xxy?
Why am I xxy? Why am I xxy?
My heads fucked up and I wanna die, why am I xxy?
Sectioned
my parents wanna have me sectioned, sectioned, sectioned
my parents gonna have me locked up, their throwing away the key
tie me to a chair, cut off all my hair, lock me in a draw with a mental age of four
strap me to a bed and inject me with amatriptamine
parents gonna have me locked up, locked up today
parents gonna have me strapped up, sending me away
my parents wanna have me sectioned, sectioned, sectioned
my parents gonna have me locked up, their throwing away the key
tie me to a chair, cut off all my hair, lock me in a draw with a mental age of four
strap me to a bed and inject me with amatriptamine
cos my mother don’t care, my father don’t care, nobody cares
my parents gonna have me locked up I said “hello Rampton, the boys are ok”
Walking Around Shops
suspended high-rise in the sky, you’ve got nothing to say to me today
fine-fare, tesco, there all the same, just reading the sides of the fucking labels
walking ’round shops with my bird on Saturdays
she’s the one I dig on every day of the week
now here it comes its another day
she’s leading me round the fucking streets again
walking ’round shops with my bird on Saturday
down the kings road, theres no shops today
here it comes it’s the t.v time, she’s looking in the papers for another sense of mind
oh baby its up to you, you can stare at the idiot tube all night
I hate amerikka
I hate star trek and elevators
I hate flashlights and cops with guns
I hate fred flintstone and sgt bilko
I hate amerikkka one nil vietnam [repeat twice]
I hate baseball and elvis presley
I hate the stars and stripes and jimmy carter
I hate cadilacs and fucking cowboys
I hate amerikkka one nil vietnam [repeat twice]
I hate pepsi and dolly parton
I hate kojak and perry mason
I hate hamburgers and giant stadiums
I hate amerikkka one nil vietnam [repeat twice]
I hate disco and larry hagman
I hate dollar bills and therapists
Ihate drive-ins and the fucking freeway
I hate amerikkka one nil vietnam [repeat 4 times]
no style
she’s walking down the street [no style]
got plastic on her feet [no style]
she’s combing her hair [no style]
I don’t know how she dare [no style]
She’s trying to look nice [no style]
She puts her make-up on twice [no style]
She’s trying to tell her mother [no style]
Nobody wants to fuck her [no style]
No style [she’s got] no style, no style [she’s got] no style
No style [she’s got] no style, no style [she’s got] no style
Repeat
Myra hindley [no style]
Mo molam [no style]
Pam ayres [no style]
Angela rippon [no style]
Ann widdecombe [no style]
Edwina currie [no style]
Sandy toksvig [no style]
Ena sharples [no style]
Vannessa feltz [no style]
Cilla black [no style]
Yoko ono [no style]
Barbara streisand [no style]
Anthea turner [no style]
Barbara cartland [no style]
Cynthia payne [no style]
There all insane
No style [she’s got] no style, no style [she’s got] no style
No style [she’s got] no style, she’s trying to tell her mother [no style]
Nobody wants to fuck her [no style] she’s trying to look nice ,no style
everythings pointless
everythings pointless you know what I mean,
it’s like trying to fly a kite in a submarine
I’m no longer happy playing with my toys
And now I’m feeling sick cos im back in my corduroys
I never knew why
Every things pointless you know what I mean
I’ve just woken up from another bad dream
Where people do the same things every day
And now I know that every day’s the same
And I’m bored
Every things pointless you know what I mean
I’m painting the walls with margarine
There’s rust in my eyes and sand in my mouth
I’m hanging off a bus stop trying to work it out
I’ll find out
Everythings pointless you know what I mean [repeat 4 times]
sisters making pornos
sisters making pornos, upstairs in the flat
with all the turks and greeks, hanging around whatcha think of that
sisters making pornos, sisters making pornos
sisters making pornos, sisters making pornos
she’s not the little girl she used to be, she’s covered in spunk, she can’t even breathe
sucking cocks and licking cracks, she’s a lesbian that’s a fact
sisters making pornos, sisters making pornos
sisters making pornos, sisters making pornos
you dirty cunt
she’s up in the flat every night, three holes plugged she’s air-tight
only started off with a bit of a ride, now mum and dad commit suicide
sisters making pornos, sisters making pornos
sisters making pornos, sisters making pornos
I said sisters making pornos
I saw you
NO MORE WALKING ALL ALONE, I SEE YOUR FRIENDS BEHIND YOU
THERE A’INT NOTHING GONNA STOP ME NOW,I AM RIGHT BEHIND YOU
NOW YOUR TRYING TO TELL ME THERES NOTHING WRONG
YOUR NEVER GONNA TURN AWAY
BUT NOW YOUR TRYING TO TO TELL ME THERES NOTHING HERE
AND NOW I’VE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE
I SAW YOU, RUNNING DOWN THE STREET,I GOT SHOT IN THE HEART
I SAW YOU, IN THE BACK ROW OF THE MOVIES AT A PICTURE SHOW
I HATE THOSE WORDS THAT YOU SAID TO ME, THERE NEVER GONNA WASH AWAY
SHES TAKING MY KID FROM THE COUNCIL SLUM, AND GOING ON HOLIDAY
NOW YOUR TRYING TO TELL ME THERES NOTHING WRONG
YOUR NEVER GONNA TURN AWAY
BUT NOW YOUR TRYING TO TELL ME THERES NOTHING HERE
AND NOW I’VE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE
I SAW YOU, RUNNING DOWN THE STREET, I GOT SHOT IN THE HEART
I SAW YOU, IN THE BACK ROW OF THE MOVIES AT A PICTURE SHOW
I SAW YOU THAT’S ENOUGH FOR ME,YOU ARE A BITCH ON HEAT
SOGGY KNICKERS AND A PONY TAIL NO MANS SAFE WALKING DOWN HER STREET
NOW YOUR TRYING TO TELL ME THERES NOTHING WRONG
YOUR NEVER GONNA TURN AWAY
BUT NOW YOUR TRYING TO TELL ME THERES NOTHING HERE
AND NOW I’VE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE
I SAW YOU, RUNNING DOWN THE STREET, I GOY SHOT IN THE HEART
I SAW YOU, IN THE BACK ROW OF THE MOVIES AT A PICTURE SHOW
eyes of murder
the body beside me starts to decay, I’m biting my nails, the smell won’t go away
it was a question of me or you, the voices in my head told me what to do
I only saw you through the eyes of murder, I only saw you through the eyes of hate
I only saw you through the eyes of murder, I had to do it cos I just couldn’t wait
Gonna take her to the railway line, kiss her goodbye for the last time
The graveyard was calling you every day, and now the devil will have his say
I only saw you through the eyes of murder, I only saw you through the eyes of hate
I only saw you through the eyes of murder, I had to do it cos I just couldn’t wait
The body beside me starts to decay, I’m biting my nails, the smell wont go away
It was a question of me or you, the voices in my head told me what to do
I only saw you through the eyes of murder, I only saw you through the eyes of hate
I only saw you through the eyes of murder, I had to do it cos I just couldn’t wait
marriage wrecker
well I’m a chauvenist pig, do what the fuck I like
I blew the last one out, cos she was a bike
I spend their money, and I fuck their mates
Now I’m getting really good, at climbing garden gates
Im a marriage wrecker, a dirty fecker
You’ve seen me before
I’m a marriage wrecker, a dirty fecker
I’ll leave you crying on the sitting room floor
Back in school, I was a horny old dog
I chucked a one up, in the lasses bogs
The teacher walked in, and her face turned blue
I said “get on the floor, now I’m gonna fuck you
[her panties were down]
im a marriage wrecker, a dirty fecker
youv’e seen me before
I’m a marriage wrecker, a dirty fecker
I’ll leave you crying on the bathroom floor
I’m gonna call you up, I’ve got nothing to do
I’m gonna kiss your lips, and go down on you
I pumped her so hard, that her face turned green
She called me an animal, she called me obscene
[fucking hell]
I’m a marriage wrecker, a dirty fecker
You’ve seen me before
I’m a marriage wrecker, a dirty fecker
I’ll leave you twitching on the bedroom floor
Well now I just can’t get a hard -on, I just can’t get a hard-on
I just can’t get a hard-on, I just cant get a hard-on for you
What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?
What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?.
do you get the picture?
Yeah I know that she’s getting older, she’s a fool to believe what I told her
I don’t know what she’s doing it for, she never read what was nailed to the church door
Lost hopes and broken dreams, she never listened to the cigarette screams
Well I’ve lost all hope, I cant carry on
Do you get the picture? [repeat 4 times]
She called me an animal, that I won’t deny
All those silly smiles, and that look in her eye
Now what will it take, to get you off my case
I’ll have to get a railway sleeper, and drop it on your face
Do you get the picture? [repeat 4 times]
Repeat 1st verse
horror garage
I hate your guts, yes I fucking hate you
I wanna take you to my horror garage, I’m gonna stove your fucking brain in
Gonna take you to the horror garage, I’ve been here before
Gonna take you to the horror garage, theres five bodies under the floor
You make me sick, yes your all the fucking same
I’m hearing voices from beyond the grave, telling me to eat your brain
Gonna take you to the horror garage, you know where it is
Gonna drop you in a vat of acid, plink, plink, fizz
I’m not afraid of the noose, or rotting in a prison cell
And when I get my hands around your neck, your going straight to fucking hell
Gonna take you to the horror garage, you’ll know where it is
Gonna take you to the horror garage, I’ll make you drink my piss
sewer love
its been so long since I’ve seen the light, it’s kind of grown on me like fur
well everybody hates the rats, but I don’t mind, you know me and those rats we get on fine
cos I’m walking about, walking about in the sewer, sewer
walking about, walking about in the sewer, sewer, its love, love, love oh yeah well its love, love, love oh yeah
it stinks of piss and shit down here, I kind of eat it for my tea [yummy, yummy, yummy]
well, there’s gerald and theres barney, I know there just rats but we get on fine
well, I’m walking about, walking about in the sewer, sewer
walking about, walking about in the sewer, sewer, it’s love, love, love oh yeah
well it’s love, love, love oh yeah
[well I love those rats, you know I really do, theres a one called freida I’m gonna make her my wife]
bail out
I fall out of bed in the morning, the day starts moving real slow
I sit here forcing my breakfast down, I listen to the radio
My bird starts her nagging, she’s wanting more every day
This fucker is bleeding me dry, there’s got to be another way
I just gotta bail out, I really wanna bail out
I just gotta bail out, I really wanna bail out
She’s always getting her hair done, it only makes her look worse
She look’s like the bride of frankenstein, help me, I’m fucking cursed
I really wanna get away from here, I think about it every night
Nothing could make me happier, than to turn out the fucking lights
I just gotta bail out, I really wanna bail out
I just gotta bail out, I really wanna bail out
[repeat verse 1 & chorus]
we’re so bored
don’t wanna be in love cos I’ve got no heart, we’re so bored
don’t wanna be an adult , a boring old fart, we,re so bored
there’s notning to do and there’s nothing to say, we’re so bored
sitting here staring at the wall all day, we’re so bored
I put a saftey pin through my mothers head, cos she told me to get a job
My father threw me out last Thursday, cos I told him to suck my knob
Throwing in the towel, cos theres nothing to lose, we’re so bored
Gonna break your windows, gonna blow a fuse we’re so bored
Jumping in the river, I wish I was dead, we’re so bored
I’m bored out of my fucking head, we’re so bored
I put a saftey pin through my mothers head cos she told me to get a job
My father threw me out last Thursday, cos I told him to suck my knob
Don’t wanna be in love… we’re so bored
Don’t wanna be an adult… we’re so bored
There’s nothing to do, and there’s nothing to say… we’re so bored
Just sitting here scratching my arse all day… we’re so bored
all lyrics copyright BARSONGS 2002
Hell's Tone Records 