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Internal Riot

by Subhumans

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Nihilist Pure subhumans, enough said
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anthonyfinn finally got this album. subhumans album collection complete now...only took 40 years he he. Still and always will be my favourite band. cheers guys..more of the same soon. Favorite track: Too Fat, Too Thin.
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🏴‍☠️ Mikey T. And Momo The Cat 🏴‍☠️ Awesome album this innit guv. I'm probably preaching to the converted here, but if I'm not, get your ears wrapped around this melodic positive thought provoking Subhuman landscape YOU MIGHT NEED THIS 🦊 🤗💞🌳 Favorite track: Never-Ending War Song.
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s-bluck seriously, select A track... There are so many great trax on this album.
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Liz Their first recording in 20 years and still kicking against the p***ks! Favorite track: This Year's War.
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There's war in the headlines, there's war in the heads Of the leaders who feed us til we're overfed We're not hungry anymore for your diet of war Malnutrition for the global poor The people stood in breadlines Are still paying for the landmines Are being cursed for nothing worse Than living on the pipeline One war ends and the next one starts The oil pipe dream leading straight to the heart Of capitalism and market chains That supply the demand to feel less pain But the pacification is wearing thin Global domination has its cost When culture's lost then no one wins Its no surprise when the bombs go off -This year's war -against terror like the war on crime Is a war on anyone, anytime The invisible enemy could be you Now we live in a state of total strangers Fear controls til' its who trusts who? Everyone scared of their next door neighbors -This year's war- -against terror like the war on crime Is a war on anyone, anytime People turn to terror when all else fails The prisons aren't full of rich white males We're more than scared of the men at the top We're talking to each other and we're pissed off! Pissed off with the thought its out of our hands That innocent people in far-off lands Will die for the greed or revenge of the few Who say 'we have no choice in what we must do' The empty reasons about 'defending Freedoms' are just never-ending Strings of bluff to justify Complete control over peoples lives Or at least the global oil supply And re-election as the polls roll by And a place in history when you die -This year's war-
I wanna complain cos I think I like it I get deranged when it's all gone quiet Never have guessed the internal riot I only drink cos it helps me think that I understand all the reasons why it Burns like some communal strength Unrealised hence 'unrealistic' 'Unite the world' but what it meant Was needing targets less fantastic A unity of mutiny against the lie that we're all free Sparks a continuity of invention sparked by desperate glee Told it's useless to keep on Fired the reaction even more Now you're damned if you're right Damned if you're wrong This is what anger's for
Fractured 02:21
I really wish I'd spoken up 'cos now it seems you've broken up You're signal's weak, address unknown I heard you're in a Barratt home Semi-detached and double-glazed I hope you come around some day All we want is a whole lot less Of the voice saying "here's some more" I'm not sure we've ever met I got your profile off the net Now every time I scan for signs Of recognition in the eyes Of all these people growing past All I'm seeing is the aftermath All we want is a whole lot less Of the voice saying "here's some more" Fractured - dashed upon the cracked foundations of a civilisation Fractured - trapped in pointless gestures at the point of saturation Fractured - overdrive it's too much one-way nonstop information Fractured Here's the gap now fill it in with bite-sized portions of the dream Cracked reflections of desires are casting shadows on the screen Overhead the sun goes by...message unreceived it seems All we want is a whole lot less Of the voice saying "here's some more" Fractured - split between the act of witnessing and being captured Fractured - knowing that the going there involves the rudiments of rapture Fractured - some desire for the heights unknown yet knowing it's all manufactured Fractured Yesterday I saw your face, you looked different in the advert Yesterday I saw you're face - Fractured All we want is a whole lot less Of the voice saying "here's some more"
Read it in the paper the other day, But not the day before Neither in the one that came after it So it’s out of sight once more Everyone says it’s too hot outside And the canteen's gone downhill The food ain't what it used to be But I don't see 'em being ill Get another point of view What was it the paper said Next to the topless girl? Nowt but a picture of a starving kid In someone else's world Christ she looks almost anorexic Give her some food before she dies! In the macho banquet of anesthetic Conscience starves as they feast their eyes Get another point of view The bigger the picture the more it drives Images into the front of the mind While the back dries up from the lack of ambition To think beyond sex and social position You have to look further if you want to see more Then think a bit harder than you ever did before If something is wrong and it makes you think twice You've got the incentive to act It’s your choice Get another point of view
Change isn't progress unless it feels better And waiting for better just makes it feel worse We blow all the bubbles of hope and excitement Try to calm down before they all burst Too used to asking for things we deserve Clean water in taps or somewhere to live And failing to see that merely by asking We're setting the limits on what people give I don't want your promises I don't want your change What’s the chance of being heard? I won't ask you again Asking for change is like asking for freedom To choose who supplies all you need to be free We take the position of moral consumers Only to find that there's no guarantee Action's a magnet for those who quit asking But couldn't find anyone else they could tell Action is not only making the protest But making that overdue phone call as well I don't want your promises I don't want your change What’s the chance of being heard? I won't ask you again The leaders we look at keep talking of changing Like it was our fault things are all going wrong Look a bit wider and get the whole picture Then turn off the nerve that says "here you belong" The people who change things are dead when it's normal And lucky to stay out of jail when it's not You can ask for the world to stop kicking your soul in Or stand up and fight for the fighting to stop We don't need your promises We don't need your change If this is all you have to give We won't ask you again
40 years in the local store Got forced out by the supermarket The price of all your favorite meals Stays low but now you can't afford it Send in the supermarket forces Supermarketeering plans To simplify and save you time Alternatives are there to feed you Better food less advertised Send in the supermarket forces Stick it on a card to save you cash They know your details in a flash Streamlined sets the mental tone Now everyone's a shopping clone Cut your supermarket chains Mass consumption how d'you like it? Be prepared to feel denied The cost of living on their terms Is higher than you realise Send in the supermarket forces
Process 03:04
I really need to talk to someone Please hold while I put you through I think I need a new subscription To a life outside this queue It's not the waiting it's the knowing There's no end at the other end The stock replies anaesthetise the pain And then it starts again I'm stood in the queue for the queue to get out of this process All this waiting just to make a claim A wage, a target set A cry for help or understanding Will turn to rage, cause and effect Sober minds talk of compliance "Wait your turn" and "show respect" A fear of speaking in defiance Burns a fuse with no regrets So I let it all out, I wanna get out of this process And here's someone I need to talk to And someone needs to be informed Being helpful lost the smile And handed out the uniform And in a cell or in the army On the end of desks or phones Live the crazy, acting calmly Just wishing it would all explode And say it out loud: You got to get out of this process
Upper downer, side to side We live to watch or have a go Let's reproduce the advert life That winks the “yes” as it yells the “no” -Now you're just a culture addict And sells the basic contradiction What you need is more addiction Every desire is up for sale Greed succeeds as reason fails Addicted tricked but then I fixed it Kicked it, missed it - couldn't resist it What's addiction? Who's to say Degrees extreme or every day With repetition it begins Realisation sinking in (Now you're just a culture addict) No more choice of take or leave it The double-sided "can't believe it" How did something so brand new Become the only thing to do? Addicted tricked but then I fixed it Kicked it, missed it - couldn't resist it Pleasure was the measure used To judge the idea of success But then your conscience got abused By false conceptions of "the best" Now it’s too easy to get more And more of what you're needing less And harder too, to reach a point Beyond this culture of excess Addicted tricked but then I fixed it Kicked it, missed it - couldn't resist it Addicted Couldn’t resist it
What size are you supposed to be? Too fat, too thin, too scared - all three The pounds and ounces hierarchy Of processed people in 3D Don't lose weight you need to survive Just to live up to their lies All those smiles and patron-eyes Are how your looks get stigmatized I'm so thin I'm so fat I couldn't give a shit about that You're so beautiful it sets me free You're just the way you're meant to be Pressure to change to fit the size That sells the shit they advertise Leads to a culture of disguise And several teenage suicides I'm so thin I'm so fat I couldn't give a shit about that You're so beautiful it sets me free You're just the way you're meant to be Overstressed and underweight Or overweight and under-rated In the struggle to be "average" You're just the way you're meant to be
Sedated 03:08
Diverting conversations Subverting inspiration With the mere regurgitation Of the one-way information On the screen Consuming with resistance Assuming moral distance While we lap up the insistence That the next Will be the best We've ever seen Plug me in - Turn me on - So aware So captivated Plug me in - Turn me on - So aware We've been sedated Diversion into caution The assertion of importance Made a promise of reluctance To be following instructions All the time The message came in slices In between the current crisis Now opinions are divided By the power of advertising It's sublime Plug me in - Turn me on - So aware So captivated Plug me in - Turn me on - So aware We've been sedated
I notice adverts everywhere It’s even on the clothes you wear And still you smile so unaffected Is all this anger misdirected? Relate the logo on the t-shirt Now you're just a walking advert Do you really care who made it? Sweatshop workers underpaid This is not an advert Pre-teen kids who get abused For wearing nonspecific shoes Anorexic suicidal Women on the diet cycle Men in cars that just look faster As they crawl towards disaster All the side effects of being Little more than what we're seeing This is not an advert Trends and slogans Cultural tokens Of mass consumption What's your function? The epitome of anti-culture Designer branding constant future Plans for redesigning space Every human has its place Desire consumes more to be free Of addiction born of unmet needs Supplied by signs that overfeed The cures for the dependency This is not an advert Please allow me to replicate you I'll buy your clothes and neither love nor hate you
There’s someone on the doorstep with a button in his hand All this western culture fix has blown apart his land Until we make connections with the way it’s all been planned His hate for us is something we'll never understand Advertise democracy then offer it for sale The price goes through the roof much like the bombs if payment fails To pay the interest on the loan to build some factories And extra jobs for the boys back home as burger franchisees So when your nation's starving ‘cos the wages that we pay Means you can't afford to eat the food they cook 12 hours a day Or wear the shoes they make so our teenagers can stay cool We'll keep the cycle going till you've military rule And then, my friend, the arms we've got will cost you more than debt An everlasting friendship that we won't let you forget All this global enterprise truly goes two ways You give us your resources - we give you bigger chains It’s a war against war against war against war With words about words about words on the wall Stances taken, dealers shaking Hands on the arms deal, here's some more Money exchanges, there go the wages There go the jobs, and here comes the poor White man trade and we all get slaves Making the trainers we can't afford We look to the sky when we want to know why We go to the ground to get profound Here comes a plane to deliver again And we get to our knees and pray that it's food Nobody explained who didn't have a suit on Nobody complained ‘cos we didn't understand More worried about the rains and where to get the food from They may say they run the country but it's us living off the land We saw the ad and bought the box And saw the ad and lots of clocks And ties and tightness, so much tightness The money key fits all the locks Importation ran amok When all this greed escaped the box We learnt to feed for more than what we needed And then the value dropped We took for granted all we'd had But prices only raise the cost Of living without joining in Such soul-degrading culture loss So then we had to fight to save ourselves from losing proper jobs Then fight again to get the ones where corporations were the boss You'd recognize the household name it's on your t-shirt and your socks Or skyward advertising gas on baseball hats in parking lots Business rang the businessman Who rang around, said "here's the plan We use up everything we can Then raise the price and get some more Overseas where by degrees Their leaders carry guns, I see Dictatorships and poverty And what we're looking for Oil and aid a fair exchange Yet all these guns get in the way Well, I flipped a coin And either way It’s time to go to war" Now I've just my anger left to keep me half alive Below that 50/50 line it’s worthless to survive And worth the chance of an afterlife of peace and silent nights Just one more thing I have to say and do before I die Here is what you get for forcing us to buy your civilisation War's the global empty face of loss and its retaliation
Mosquitoes 02:07
Swelling on the face and other random places Poison in the bloodstream this is not a daydream Suffering in silence bordering on violence Thoughts about revenge so bitten by mosquitoes I hate mosquitoes and they hate me! Beauty's in the eye of the broken bathroom mirror The elephant man isn't coming round for dinner Working on a plan to change the way the wind blows Cannot understand getting bitten by mosquitoes I hate mosquitoes and they hate me! Little helicopters Buzzing after midnight Swearing at the ceiling Praying for the daylight But there is no god no Just another psycho Beating at the windows Bitten by mosquitoes I hate mosquitoes and they hate me!


REVIEW from Sputnikmusic.com
It’s been nine years since singer Dick Lucas and the anarchist U.K. punk band The Subhumans reformed for touring, and 20 years since the band released an album of new material. With punk rock all but squandered by the eyeliner-wearing MTV faithful, Internal Riot arrives just in time to remind us what a punk band is supposed to sound like, rather than what they’re supposed to look like.
The screaming jets and guitars in the beginning of “This Year’s War” make it clear that time hasn’t slowed The Subhumans down, as they sound angrier than ever. The moaning guitars and furious drumming sound like the blast of a well-timed bomb. The band delivers 13 songs in 41 minutes without leaving out a single target in Dick Lucas’ raspy assault.
Lucas paints his ugly picture of America with lines like “There’s war in the headlines, there’s war in the heads. The leaders will feed us ‘til we’re overfed.” His stories focus on the atrocities of war and violence, and instead of simply pointing out the problem like too many of the bands releasing political-tinted albums today, Lucas’s lyrics actually point to solutions.
The majority of the band’s social and political tirades discuss guns and bombs, but “Supermarket Forces” attacks the oversized grocery and department stores that impact local businesses. With Lucas screaming, “The price of all your favorite meals stays low, but now you can’t afford it,” one could assume he doesn’t do his shopping at K-mart.
As a whole, the band itself sounds very tight on the album. From the machine gun intro to “Culture Addict” to the simple-yet-effective guitar riffs on the title track, these middle-aged musicians sound like they’re still in their prime.
But the album is not strictly limited to two-minute cuts of punk fury. “Too Fat, Too Thin” showcases the band’s lesser-known ska sound, with a punchy bassline and upstroke guitars in a song that focuses on the media’s constant pressure for women to lose weight. If you would have approached the band in 1983 and told them that one day they’d be the heroes of anorexic teenage girls everywhere, do you think The Subhumans would still be around in 2007?
With a rich history embedded in the roots of punk rock, and a new album that proves that they haven’t lost their grasp on what’s happening in the world, The Subhumans have managed to stay relevant while showing today’s sugar-coated punk bands what’s really going on.


released December 20, 2013

Dick voice/words
Bruce guitar/voice
Phil bass
Trotsky drums
recorded at Riverside, Bath 22-27 May + 5-10 July 2007
engineer Tom Dalgety
mixed by Steve Evans
Bluurg Records - Fish 50




Subhumans Bath, UK


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