Music for a Sunday: When angry, reach for snarling guitars

All the burning of sea turtles by BP has me in an EXTREMELY rude mood, so I’m digging out the still-topical-after-all-these-years stuff.

First up, from Kingston, Ontario, the Hip, drinking something muddy from a fruit jar:

And then, the most appropriate thing ever to come from Down Under:

Crank your dials to 11, kiddies…and listen to the lyrics, too.

This entry was posted in Music for a Sunday. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Music for a Sunday: When angry, reach for snarling guitars

  1. Jim Hadstate says:

    ‘Bina, dear, you should write an article around these two videos for The Huffington Post, dedicated to that prick who so wanted to have his life back that he abandoned New Orleans and the rest of the Gulf Coast to the tender mercies of his fucking leaking, gushing, death-filled oil wells (that even the other sociopaths in the oil business said that he and his company fucked up badly on in front of the whole world) while he flew to England to sail his yacht in some meaningless race (aren’t they all? there sorta like wars!). Anyway, he’s very deserving of an article with the message of these two songs wrapped around a blistering article and the songs embedded. I’ll see what I can do if you don’t want to.

  2. Jim, you’re more than welcome to give it a go. I’m not sure what I can say that hasn’t been said elsewhere and better already.

Comments are closed.