BUG
klotho
CD /
Interstellar
I
have mentioned from time to time that I like noise-rock a lot. The heavier,
the more distorted, the weirder and disfigured rock’n’roll becomes, the
more I enjoy it. Now that I am over 30 years old (not a lot though) I still
enjoy it. This is my time, where I start to think, that I have heard it all
before, where I find myself buying only records of artists that I already
own records from, where I know less and less of the current bands around.
Well, maybe I am exaggerating somewhat, but one thing is true – the older
you get, the more reactionary your musical tastes become. Especially if your
musical tastes stay the same, because time and art move on. It is hard work
that takes a lot of time, money and interest to stay ahead of the game and
stay a fan of new music. Some time I’ll take a time-out and work out if
this theory is true for a lot of other things as well, but not right now.
Because
“Bug” draw me back in time. Or rather, they kick me in the head so hard,
crawl all over me and poison me so badly, that my life starts moving
backwards. Please, make me go back to when I was 22 or 23, which were
definitely my best years. They were also my worst years. It was back then I
was infused completely by how bad the world really is. I saw all the evil
and abominations around me clearly and I wanted to fight them, but I was
overwhelmed by the sheer force and size of the onslaught of it, paralysed by
the impossibility to change the world. And just like everyone else I fought
by drawing myself deeply into my inner self, harnessing me with cynicism and
wit and spitting words of rebellion and disgust at my surroundings. I still
do, in a way, but as I grew older, I learned a lot more about how the world
really works. I still live in disgust, but it seems as if I have gotten used
to it, and I don’t think about it that much anymore. I am more concerned
with myself, my life and partners to care so much about the world anymore.
Like everyone else, I guess.
And
like noise-rock, I guess. Bug find a lot of heavy words and heavy notes
against this game people play on spaceship earth. They take them from
Charles Manson (“Total Paranoia is total awareness”) or from their
friends (“Rodeo”) or from mankind (“Pain in the arse”) and they
drench it with disgust and distorted guitars. Without ever getting boring or
fiddling their own knobs too much. I think I never heard a noise-rock-song
so epic and hymnical like “Today is different”, with its wailing
guitar-line and voice mixed in the background. (Yes, that one is a
cover-version, but I don’t know the original so I don’t care. To me, it
is a Bug-song. I am ignorant, I know, so fuck you.) Or a song as
uncompromising and reeking of subdued anger like “Burn Baby Burn” with
its growling vocals, strange guitar- and bass-lines.
Moreover,
there are two “remixes” on “klotho” that will either bug you (no pun
intended) or really dive into them. One is more a distortion or destruction
of a song from Bug’s split-EP with Sensual
Love by msjr8k of Calamari:Autopsy consequently called
“ruin2”, and one by biochip called “tribute to bad blood”, which is
a fucked up piece of old time-techno that will cleansweep every dancefloor
immediately and make the walls of any discotheque cave in. And no, these are
not put at the end of the CD, but are right in there between the
“normal” tracks. “Tribute to” even functioning as a sort of overture
to “bad blood”. Never doing what people expect of you or what has become
a rule, I like that. Other people’s magic is black magic. Your own
principles are white magic.
