title: that feeling is carnal
band: noose
genre(s): post-punk, hardcore punk
length: 6:49
label: holy-mountain recordings
Personnel:Lou Bassett - Bass Guitar, Vocals
James Black - Guitar
Laura Paige - Drums
Emma Shields - Mixing & Mastering
Content:“It’s a criticism, not an attack, that’s the first thing I want to get out of the way. The song is a sort of narrative structure that criticizes celebrity culture as it is today. I don’t like it, and I don’t like how it breeds a bunch of music that is very similar, not challenging. That’s probably the worst part of it, the fact that it doesn’t challenge the status-quo or really feel the need to challenge, like there’s not a threat for it.
I wrote the song initially around 2014 when another artist came out, Valentina Hart, and it was more of the fan response against her that I was trying to attribe. I respect Hart as an artist, but the sayings around her fanbase I just didn’t like. So in the song, there’s the start where the non-gender specific (I change between female and male pronouns throughout the song for both the popstar and the protagonist) is basically part of the entire audience out there. And slowly that person turns against what they know and it ends with the death of that belief.”
- Louis Bassett
Composition: The song opens with a droning bassline that doesn’t alter much throughout, other than speeding up towards the chorus and slowing down through the rest of the verses.
The guitar chords are sharp and one might note that they sound out of key but the fuzz and distortion are an effect utilized on purpose by Church.
The drumming is almost tribal in its’ simplicity but that effect is sought after.
The singing is commanding, of the same droning ilk as the bassline. Almost as if Lou is drunk as he sings. Another interesting point on the singing is the fact that it’s on such a lower pitch than the rest of the instrument, so in a way, it’s almost just another instrument.
Lyrics:
Key:[...] = A guitar break. The bass-line stays the same but here the off-kilter guitar playing really tones up, and the pedal work can truly be noticed. The distortion is meant to represent quick breaks in the song. Each lasts around 25 - 40 seconds.
CAPS FOR LYRICS = The switch from the droning, languished sing-talking that Lou is doing to a focus on shouting.
(sp) = Sped up drumming. → (/sp) = End of sped up drumming.
* = Sharp guitar chord and quick guitar breakdown.
Hands folded, squeezing
Ever so tightly, ever so tight - ly
Eyes closed, blood drawn
Lips pursed, head tilted
In prayer, I beseech thee
Slay me, slay me, slay me
Eyes snap open, head nodding
This can’t continue, this won’t ((continue))
Breathless and he knows the words
Speeding and she knows the words
By heart.
Eyes rolled back and they. know. the. words.
[...]
Money exchanged and respects paid.
His clothing now holy, by all rights
By every fucking right.
Embroidered in her name and lost her essence
He does this for her, he does this for them
He needs this.
(sp) In his home, looking through the mirror
He hears the low hum, he sees the cracks
Half-earnest grin and the honest part falters
Quickly, quicker, quickest gone.
And the voice fills the void.
And the voice shouts back:
No idols, no idols, no idols
Burn ‘em all down, burn ‘em all down
NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS
BURN’ EM ALL DOWN, BURN ‘EM ALL DOWN
NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS
TEAR ‘EM ALL DOWN, TEAR ‘EM ALL DOWN (/sp)
[...]
He gathers himself slowly
Picks up the pieces and his hands
Wrap amongst themselves yet again
But the prayers aren’t honest
And the wishes aren’t answered
And the irony reigns again.
*
(sp) HE RIPS OFF THE SHIRT
HE BREAKS THE CDS
HE BURNS THE TICKETS
HE SHATTERS THE LIES
HE SEES THE IDOLS
HE TURNS RIGHT AROUND (/sp)
he turns right around and in a moment of monumental weakness
he weeps
for a few moments
he weeps
and lives, and lives for the first time in a long time
(sp) No idols, no idols, no idols
Burn ‘em all down, burn ‘em all down
NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS
BURN’ EM ALL DOWN, BURN ‘EM ALL DOWN
NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS, NO IDOLS
TEAR ‘EM ALL DOWN, TEAR ‘EM ALL DOWN(/sp)
[...]
She’s got the knife in her backpocket
A ticket was saved.
She’s on the highway and the temple’s in her headlights.
The door opens, the car is parked.
The church doors open and she’s greeted by the incubus himself.
The followers bow and raise their hands in celebration
An orgy of excess, an airing of pleasures.
(sp) She moves with the crowd, a wave of fanatic apathy
At the front now and climbing the stage
The god spots her with a smile
Open arms welcoming her home
And then she’s in striking distance
And she does, and she does, and she does, and she does
SHE STABS INTO WHAT SHE USED TO KNOW
SHE SLASHES THROUGH HER OLD LIFE
BLOOD TURNS TO REASON
LOVE TURNED TO HATE (/sp)
and the worshippers watch in horror
on their knees, all in tears
and she lifts the microphone to her lips
and she whispers.
and she taunts.
and she enamores.
“no more idols, no more idols, no more idols.”
and she drops
