Like razors down your throat you swallow your pride and it eats you alive. It seems a mind of it's own gets battered down and bought out. Quick to shake the hand of a suited man, with bloody hands. He pulls you in. This time, he wins.
Several songs have a more self-reflective quality, though still phrased in blunt and brutal terms.
The unadulterated anger that fills the above-quoted final song of the album would be monotonous were it stuffed into every song. That s not the case, since the lyrical anger provokes more curiosity than monotony. Perhaps it is just as well that Kid Dynamite breaks up now, while we are left with wonderment. All rights reserved. Permission to link to this site is granted.