Electro Hippies - Play Fast Or Die (1989)

Electro Hippies foi unha banda de proto-grindcore/crust hardcore punk formada en Liverpool, Reino Unido en 1985.

Inda que sempre se mantiveron "underground" durante toda a súa carreira, a súa música influenciou a muitas bandas futuras de crust punk e hardcore punk. Tocaron tamén o que pronto sería o Grindcore (Napalm Death serían os innovadores dese xénero no futuro).

A banda aplicou seriamente o D.I.Y. (do it yourself/faino ti mesmo) que era moi común entre as bandas de crust punk. As letras da banda sobresaen por tratar temas como os dereitos dos animais e vexetarianismo anti-McDonalds.

Os Electro Hippies foron máis coñecidos por ter a Jeffrey Walker (guitarra, cantante) quen despois formaría parte da mítica banda de Goregrind Carcass. Finalmente, a banda se separouse en 1989 lanzando o seu derradeiro álbum.

Acid Rain

Stormclouds gather, watch the raindrops fall,
One by one...

Sulphide smog, covers the fields,
Colours fade, become a blur,
All black and grey, no longer green
Deadly silence, no movement there...

Leaves are shed, from the trees,
Animals gone, in search of food.
Acid rain: Man-made disease,
With no cure, we all lose...



Terror Eyes

Screams pierce the silence as another kill is made.
Another innocent victim is sent to an early grave.
The valleys echo painfully to the sound of tortured death,
The voice of terror screaming with final bated-breath.

Hounds they rip and tear at the bloody, lifeless form.
The signal for the kill is blown on the huntsman's horn.
The ground runs red with blood as the faceless bastards smile.
Another death sentence is passed without a fucking trial.

So get out in the fields, the bastards must be stopped,
Oppose their senseless slaughter, now's the time to act.
The hunters have just one aim - everything must die,
So sab the hunt and show them - it's their end that's nigh.



Profit From Death

Order your fries - an animal dies
Order your burger - cold bloodied murder
Occupy our country, now you want our culture
While a third-world child is eaten by your vultures

Famine spreads under your golden arches
You make me sick, it's time to stop what you've started
Filling kids with lies about meat:
To them its not slaughter, its a speacial kind of treat

While all the time, in the back of your mind
Its "How much profit can I make this time?"
Ronald MacDeath you are insane -
All you want is more from your murder-chain.

[quote][b][user]mudcrow[/user][/b] said: PLAY FAST OR DIE - Electro Hippies [b]Acid Rain[/b] Stormclouds gather, watch the raindrops fall, One by one... Sulphide smog, covers the fields, Colours fade, become a blur, All black and grey, no longer green Deadly silence, no movement there... Leaves are shed, from the trees, Animals gone, in search of food. Acid rain: Man-made disease, With no cure, we all lose... [b]Run Ronald[/b] You stole their land and offered nil, You only give out death, Ron. Kill, kill, kill! You can't try to silence us, what good will it do, Cos we don't hear the gospel according to you. Look out Ronald, we're always here. We'll get you, you bastard, never fear: Make it tough for the rest of your life, Spare the cow, get you with your own knife... Mindless slaughter and its all for profit. Well pretty soon you're going to have to stop it. Cos your stores can't take too much Of paint, leaflets, trashing and such. If direct action's the only way, We'd better start right away. You'd better run, Ronald, before you're much older, And we'll keep you looking over your bloodied shoulder. [b]Wings of Death[/b] Workers fight, to keep their jobs As poverty knocks at their door, Like cold machines, they blindly accept, And work for contracts of war. The wings of death they fly, arming for piece work The wings of death they fly, build your own death. Morals are now trivial commodities, Necessary work for the company to survive. War is an acceptable part of the job, Building bombers on the breadline. [b]Terror Eyes[/b] Screams pierce the silence as another kill is made. Another innocent victim is sent to an early grave. The valleys echo painfully to the sound of tortured death, The voice of terror screaming with final bated-breath. Hounds they rip and tear at the bloody, lifeless form. The signal for the kill is blown on the huntsman's horn. The ground runs red with blood as the faceless bastards smile. Another death sentence is passed without a fucking trial. So get out in the fields, the bastards must be stopped, Oppose their senseless slaughter, now's the time to act. The hunters have just one aim - everything must die, So sab the hunt and show them - it's their end that's nigh. [b]Am I Punk Yet?[/b] I've studded my coat and dyed my hair, Took away my mind and put an A sign there, Leather jacket and spikey hair, Or should I have a mohawk there? Am I punk, am I punk yet? Am I punk, am I punk yet? Exploited records, I've them all Crass posters cover my wall, GBH are gods of all Lace up my Docs and I'm all set, But can you please tell me...am I punk ? [b]The Reaper[/b] Grain mountains stock-piled by the EEC Butter and beef - more than we'll ever need So much waste, because who's it going to feed? Certainly not you, me or anyone else in need. Grain bought off farmers increases their profits Half the world starves, the mountains grow higher Raping the country for the common market good Selling over-produce to the richest buyer... [b]Next Time[/b] So where do we go from here? Sick of living in constant fear So many problems, so little time Are we going to be ready next time? Don't let me get you down You might never get up So be aware, try and care And never, ever give up I'm so confused, so much to do Got to keep ahead, got to get through Past mistakes should point the way We should have started yesterday Words so negative, so much shit Must do something, can't I just forget it Think of the positive, think of the goal We're all a part, now form the whole. [b]Vivisection Song[/b] Not long now, till it comes to the crunch I know I'm right... I'll crucify you, and watch you burn Maybe it's the hard way, but you'll learn... What they need is welfare, free from torture Free from experiments and exploitation But you deny this, and that is why- I'll shed no tears, if I see you die. Is it too much to ask, not to kill and destroy, Animals, humans - one earth? What I'm really saying is, you'll get your just desserts We'll see how you like it, when the tables have turned. [b]Profit From Death[/b] Order your fries - an animal dies Order your burger - cold bloodied murder Occupy our country, now you want our culture While a third-world child is eaten by your vultures Famine spreads under your golden arches You make me sick, it's time to stop what you've started Filling kids with lies about meat: To them its not slaughter, its a speacial kind of treat While all the time, in the back of your mind Its "How much profit can I make this time?" Ronald MacDeath you are insane - All you want is more from your murder-chain.[/quote]
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http://ultracrust.blogspot.com/2007/09/electro-hippies-play-fast-or-die.html
http://rarepunk.blogspot.com/2007/12/electro-hippies.html
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http://hangoverhard.blogspot.com/2007/02/electro-hippies-play-fast-or-die-1986.html
http://anniesanimal.blogspot.com/2007/03/electro-hippies.html
http://theperfumedgarden.blogspot.com/2006/10/electro-hippies-20th-july-1987.html
http://alecho.blogspot.com/2007/11/electro-hippies-play-fast-or-die.html
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