#78 Nemesis

#78 Nemesis – Shriekback

The nemesis in question is not so so much the stuff of Greek legends as the various mass extinctions on planet earth every 26 million years or so. I’ve said this before but Barry Andrews really does have a way with words; the chorus to this track:
Priests and cannibals,
prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big Black Nemesis,
parthenogenesis
No one move a muscle as the dead come home

is beyond compare (Carl Marsh hung around long enough to sing it). The album, Oil & Gold, is the follow-up to Jam Science and, like Jam Science, entirely excellent. Really, these 2 albums are some of the best ever recorded: just everything from the song-writing through the musicianship to the production is top-notch. Again, why are this band not famous? Hubris is cool, you know.

 

 

 

Lyrics

In a jungle of the senses
Tinkerbell and Jack the ripper
Love has no meaning, not where they come from
But we know pleasure is not that simple
Very little fruit is forbidden
Sometimes we wobble, sometimes we’re strong
But you know evil is an exact science
Being carefully correctly wrong

Chorus
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big Black Nemesis, parthenogenesis
No one move a muscle as the dead come home

We feel like Greeks, we feel like Romans
Centaurs and monkeys just cluster round us
We drink elixirs that we refine
from the juices of the dying
We are no monsters, we’re moral people
and yet we have the strength to do this
This is the splendour of our achievement
Call in the airstrike with a poison kiss

Chorus
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home

How bad it gets, you can’t imagine
the burning wax, the breath of reptiles
god is not mocked, he knows our business
Karma could take us at any moment
Cover him up…..I think we’re finished
You know it’s never been so exotic
but I don’t know, my dreams are visions
We could still end up with the great big fishes

Chorus
Priests and cannibals, prehistoric animals
Everybody happy as the dead come home
Big black nemesis, parthenogenesis
No-one move a muscle as the dead come home

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