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Darkfloor 74 – thatboytim – Hardcore mini-megamix

Northern Ireland’s thatboytim returns to our mix series, following up on two mixes in 2020. His first was a “Dirty Dirge” selection of US hardcore, noise and psychedelic rock. His second was a tribute mix to the mighty Wax Trax! Records. For his third he delves deep into his record collection to present a raw mix of noisy guitars and lyrics (see below) recorded in support of his recent single Vultures.

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D.R.I. – To Open Closed Doors [Roadrunner Records]
Cryptic Slaughter – Set Your Own Pace [Metal Blade Records]
Dead Kennedys – Nazi Punks [Alternative Tentacles]
Minor Threat – Seeing Red [Dischord Records]
Poison Idea – Die On Your Knees [Just 4 Fun]
M.D.C. – I Remember [Alternative Tentacles]
Discharge – Meanwhile [Clay Records]
Ripcord – Collision of Vision [Raging Records]
Heresy – Genocide [Earache]
Heresy – Cornered Rat [In Your Face Records]
Extreme Noise Terror – Show Us You Care [Head Eruption Records]
Doom – War Crimes [Peaceville]
Bleeding Rectum – Carbomb [Skuld Releases]
Jobbykrust – Naivety or Hope? [Funai Records]
Jobbykrust – Intro/ Dim & Confused [Maximum Voice Production]
Sepultura – Drug Me [Roadrunner Records]
Napalm Death – Retreat to Nowhere [Earache]
Discharge – Never Again [Clay Records]
Genocide Express – Factory [Pusmort]
D.R.I. – Violent Pacification [Roadrunner Records]

Mix notes

“Hardcore Punk has been a genre I always come back to. It was probably the first really underground music I delved into fanatically. Thankfully there was John Peel playing legendary UKHC acts like Doom, Heresy, Extreme Noise Terror, and of course Napalm Death. Coupled with Belfast’s Caroline Records I was able to slake my thirst for raging tunes with intelligent lyrics.”

“Since getting most of my record collection back in one place I’ve had the idea of a Hardcore megamix. Some of the records featured date back to my late 80’s purchases, others have been acquired more recently.”

“The past decade’s events have really caused the 80’s centric concerns of these acts to take on fresh significance. Sadly even the threat of nuclear war is no longer a memory.”

“The lyrics were a massive part of this music, so I’ve included lyrics for everything I could (I couldn’t locate lyrics for the Poison Idea track). It was actually really powerful reading some of these again. You can probably pick holes in them in places or call out their naivety – but that’s all very well when you’re probably twice the age of the lyricists.”

“Two of the most powerful acts on this mix are natives of Northern Ireland – Bleeding Rectum and Jobbykrust (there’s a bit of a scatological fixation in these parts).”

“Due to my hardcore fixations I ended up recording what might be seen as a HC/Crustpunk pastiche – Vultures – with the help of one of my old mates from home – the mysterious Peng Weng. It’s available in three versions and so as not to be just screaming into the void of hopelessness we will donate ALL proceeds from the EP to the Red Cross International Fund.”

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Vultures by thatboyim x Peng Weng featuring Denzil AKA is available as a donation of your choice through Local Music For Local People. The label documents archive material and new works by people who grew up in the tiny Co. Antrum village of Doagh in 1980s/90s.

BALLYMENA ROAD HARDCORE 4 LIFE!

Lyrics

DRI – To Open Closed Doors
Swimming through black Vaseline
Is my existence just a dream?
Can not tell which way is up
What’s below or what’s above
Fighting for a breath of air
I breath in but it’s not there
So as my world melts away
I pray
That I will be OK someday
And may I not stay this way
Then after that I take some more
Hoping that will open the door
But the door is locked
From the outside

Cryptic Slaughter – Set Your Own Pace
What’s your ambition?
Do you wanna go somewhere?
You wanna be somebody?
Do you think the others care?
They’ll give you false ideas
And tell you what to do
They’ll say it’s alright
But you’ve been played a fool
(You have to) make your own decisions
And do things your own way
No matter what they tell you
You have to set your own pace
You think you’re something special?
You’d better think again
You’re old enough to kill
You just can’t win
Even if you’re young
You’ve just begun to fight
Just no way to win
But, you are in the right
No doubt in your mind
To do what you believe right
Let them try and stop you
You’ve just begun to fight
Believe in your own thought
There is no other way
Fight there unfairness
Set your own pace

Dead Kennedys – Nazi Punks
[Verse 1]
Punk ain’t no religious cult
Punk means thinking for yourself
You ain’t hardcore when you spike your hair
When a jock still lives inside your head

[Chorus]
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Fuck off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Fuck off!

[Verse 2]
If you’ve come to fight, get outta here
You ain’t no better than the bouncers
We ain’t trying to be police
If you ape the cops it ain’t anarchy

[Chorus]
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Fuck off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Fuck off!

[Verse 3]
Ten guys jump one, what a man
You fight each other, the police state wins
Stab your backs when you trash our halls
Trash a bank if you’ve got real balls
You still think swastikas look cool
The real Nazis run your schools
They’re coaches, businessmen and cops
In a real Fourth Reich you’ll be the first to go

[Chorus]
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Fuck off!
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Nazi punks
Fuck off!

[Outro]
You’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go
You’ll be the first to go
Unless you think!

Minor Threat – Seeing Red
[Verse 1]
You see me and you laugh out loud
Taunt me from safe inside your crowd
My looks they must threaten you
To make you act like the way you do

[Hook]
Red, I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!

[Verse 2]
You see me and you think I’m a jerk
First impressions without a word
You can’t believe your eyes at first
But now you know you’ve seen the worst

[Hook]
Red, I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!

[Outro]
Red, I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!
I’m seeing red!

M.D.C. – I Remember
I remember getting intimidated and busted at age 13 by the police
I remember my friend Tate Bryant getting shot in the back in Tampa, Florida for his first-offense burglary
I remember the police firing into crowds and killing children ’cause they were the wrong color
I remember the narcs in my high school trying to set me up for a big fall
I remember the police bringing dogs into our school and sniffing away my rights
The police is the Klan is the mafia and they all own the police state
And they’re out for me, and soon they’re going to be out to get you
So you better get going if you know what’s good for ya and take your stand

I remember when I first went to school
They said, “Don’t be a joker, don’t be a fool
Pledge your allegiance to the red, white, and blue
Don’t expect your country to do nothin’ for you”
They said your forefathers loved you, but I only had one
Watched him die in the heat of the sun
Suckin’ on the barrel of a policeman’s gun
Nothin’ I could do but stay away

In the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances
If you plan on stayin’ free
They say this is the land of the living
But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me

I remember when I first hit the road
I was runnin’ from the lenders of the money I owed
Came to Austin, heard a knock at my door
Crossed another border and I’m runnin’ some more
They say they’re gonna get me but it ain’t happened yet
Burnin’ my fingers on my last cigarette
It’s time to remember, it’s time to forget
Nothin’ I could do but get away
In the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances
If you plan on stayin’ free
They call this the land of the living
But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me

I remember all the stories I heard
How a man’s supposed to be about as free as a bird
My brother’s in prison, my father’s dead
Me, I’m tired of living with a price on my head
I wonder if there’s a place to be
In the whole wide country for a fella like me
Name’s in the paper, face on T.V
Nothin’ I can do but get away

In the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances
If you plan on stayin’ free
They call this the land of the living
But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me

In the U.S.A., you gotta take your chances
If you plan on stayin’ free
They call this the land of the living
But they’re trying to make a dead man out of me

Discharge – Meanwhile
Half the world is starving dying of disease
World military expenditure increases
Half the world is living in poverty
World military expenditure increases

Half the world is starving dying of disease
World military expenditure increases
Half the world is living in poverty
World military expenditure increases

Heresy – Genocide
Out through the blackness
I look upon the earth
Smothered in decay
A waste of nature’s birth
Engulfed in misery
Left to rot in time
Myths of eternity
Graves in our minds

Genocide Genocide
A million hearts bled and died

Lost in twisted time
Back into the fire
Darkness claims more victims
Thrown upon the pyre
Rivers of blood flow
Man’s the victor yet again
His stagnant futile dreams
Trapped in the realms of pain

Extreme Noise Terror – Show Us You Care
You say we won’t change nothing but at least we’re fucking trying
You say we’re always moaning but at least we fucking care
You say we should be happy, we’ve tried to and we are
You say we should see sense but we already fucking have

Use your shit filled minds… and show you fucking care!

You don’t care about the rich as long as you’re not poor
You don’t care about vivisection ‘cos’ you can’t change the law
You don’t care about the police force because they haven’t beaten up you
You don’t care about the starving because it’s nothing new

Use your shit filled minds… and show you fucking care!

You say we won’t change nothing but at least we’re fucking trying
You say we’re always moaning but at least we fucking care
You say we should be happy, we’ve tried to and we are
You say we should see sense but we already fucking have

Use your shit filled minds… and show you fucking care!

Comfortably placed within your four walls of tranquillity
Brain-dead and oblivious to the carnage of life
You are the carcass of society
Void of thought, intelligent reasoning and care
You are the reason millions of animals are slaughtered
You are the reason people starve
You are the reason women are raped
You are the reason children are sexually abused
You are the reason people are beaten in South Africa
This is no newspaper headline, this is reality
All because you are too scared to show emotion
You self righteous shit… show you fucking care
Stand up, these are your problems too
And together we can bring about a change!
Change! Change! Change!!!

Doom – War Crimes
Bodies piled on burning pyres
No more war, no more crime
People starved, tortured & murdered

Teenagers drafted to hang on barbed wire

Disfigured for life, if not death

Bleeding Rectum – Carbomb
Broken glass rips my flesh
I cannot feel my legs
My body is trapped amongst the carnage
Premature detonation leads to firebomb terror
The smell of burning flesh
Wreckage claims another victim

Pain so immense enters my skull
Pierces my skull
Am I dead yet
Rivers of blood all around me
Sirens in my head
My heart explodes
Car bomb the life taker
Anytime any place
Watch me click to life and blow up in your fucking face

Jobbykrust – Naivety or Hope?
No More Bigotry
In your ignorant ghettos of hate
The Shankill and Falls
you congregate
Preaching your loyalty
with blood on your hands
Loyalty to what I don’t understand
You’re wrecking this province you say you
love
Killing its people you say you love
What kind of obscenity
is taking place
That your love is covered
with flags of hate
Still in Northern Ireland this hellhole stinks of
senseless pride
No passive retaliation, all you can hope to do
is hide
This confusion in your head is a catalyst for
death
Can’t you understand can’t you fucking see?
I’ve nothing but contempt for you murderers
of morality
You’re destroying our land,
can’t you understand?
Killing our visions with
the blackness of your life
Narrow and pitiful in your bigotry
Isolated with hate, surrounded with colours
for which you say you’d die
The IRA have twisted minds,
the UDA have too
Anyone who kills for peace hasn’t got a
fucking clue
The IRA and UDA
are wrecking people’s lives
Broken homes Daddy’s dead Daddy’s dead
Daddy’s dead
For every person who takes one side another
will lose their life
For every person who stands defiant that’s
one less hateful heart
It mightn’t immediately change this wrong but
it’s a fucking start
One less hateful heart
it’s a fucking start
Call it naivety I call it hope

Jobbykrust – Dim & Confused
Dim and Confused
Supervised, Desensitised
Patronised, Dehumanised
Do I fit your jigsaw?
Do I fit your pretty picture?
Do I sit back and accept it?
Shall I sit back and enjoy it?
Your bullshit lifestyle,
worshipping authority
Happy and obedient,
with mental enslavement
Suckling of society,
embracing its mundanity
Glossy eyed fantasy from the cathode ray
deity
Living in your shadow
trying to make a life
Avoiding your system
whilst trying to survive
Giving a fuck when
no one gives a shit
Force me into a role,
which will never ever fit
Trying to take my life from me
is all you want to do
Trying to take my life
to create another you
Happy with your life of insignificance
Living everyday of total irrelevance
Happy at your work
content with banality
Happy at your home with your nuclear war
fear family
Justify and follow legitimise and bow
Know your place know your position
Create your lonely
hopeless situation
Nameless people
ignorant and happy
Concrete grins moronic with apathy
Watching staring no creativity
Ignorant ignored solemn and bored
Pathetic in your existence
lonely in your conscience
Futile reasons never said
follow the path until you’re dead
Pretentious and make believe
Brought up to lie and deceive
Complacent and stone cold
Obey everything you are told
Dim and confused, cheated abused
Backdrop world of black and grey
Nothing ever happens day after day
Living your life as
you’re expected to
Living your life the way
you think you want to
Following the lifestyle
that’s planned for you
Dim and confused with
fuck all you can do

Sepultura – Drug Me
I don’t want to think
Don’t make me care
I wanna melt in with the group
I need the balls
To leap out of my shell
And let go with my friends

Can’t come up with anything I want to do
I need a project I can finish
My brain needs some stimulation
DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME

I’m so fucking tired
I gotta stay awake
I’m runnin’ late
I gotta make it thru the day
And make my time go by

TV and the stereo and girls are lots of fun
I want the max
I relate better loaded
‘Gotta see that movie stoned’

DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME
Drug me with natural vitamin C
Drug me with pharmaceutical speed
Drug me with your sleeping pills
Drug me with your crossword puzzles
Drug me with your magazines
Drug me with your fuck machines
With a fountain of fads
More rock and roll ads
DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME ME ME

Finally off of work
Unwind and watch the ball game at the bar
Another potato chip weekend
Is here at last

Go away Go away Go away Go away Go away
Leave me alone
So I can’t see myself
DRUG ME DRUG ME DRUG ME

Napalm Death – Retreat to Nowhere
A clash of eyes, resets my mind
Perhaps this time

Retreat to nowhere (x2)

A social skill that I lack
Holds me back.

Retreat to nowhere (x2)

Discharge – Never Again
A blinding light winds and firestorms
Agonised crying

Never never never again
Never never never again

Unanswered cries of help panic
And desperation

Never never never again
Never never never again

Dazed cries and stricken survivors

D.R.I. – Violent Pacification
Forces united the choice is yours
Violent pacification

Forces united the choice is yours
Violent pacification

We’ll force you to be nice to each other
Kill you before you kill each other

Violent pacification

We’ll force you to be nice to each other
Kill you before you kill each other

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