" O that this too too sullied flesh would melt
Thaw, and resolved itself into a sew
Or that the everlasting had not fixed
His canon 'gainst self slaughter
Dead, God,
How weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable
Seem to me all the uses of this world!
Fie or 't, all fie, 'tis an unneeded garden
that grows to seed "
(Hamlet, Act I, Scene II)
When we were growing up and eager to learn how to play the drum and guitar and did not wash our Jack Parcel just to grunge it up we often skipped co-curriculum and go jamming with friends. It was either Nirvana or Pilgrims. I remember singing ‘rape me’ to death and the funny thing was, I don’t even know any words other than ‘rape me’. That was our own anthem then, but we always have an alternative song to sing along to whenever we have extra vocalists in our hands. ‘Sua sue good morning, sua sue good morning, sua sue good morning, istimewa rajah!!!’ No other sing along songs can beat the feeling of snotty kids shouting to the microphone like there are no tomorrow. This was essentially one of the most important album by an independent punk rock band back then and still relevant today. It was a classic, and after they had managed to put out another great album, ‘away from the numbers’ before become totally silly and freaky. Sad.
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