I love their first album DELETE YOURSELF!. I really do. It’s all hard-hitting gritty hardcore and hip-hop beats and brutal samples and whip-worthy anthems.
“If we don’t turn it on, nobody else will!!”
However, I fucking love their second album 60 SECOND WIPE OUT, solely because of ATARI TEENAGE RIOT II, a revision, a revisitation, of their prior ATARI TEENAGE RIOT anthem.
The first version is a fucking banger, carefully crafted with hardcore pacing and fist-pumping lyricism.
“Stop the riot?!! FUCK YOU!!!”
The second version? It (d)evolves into absolute sheer fucking noise. It is absolutely wild and I can’t help but revel in it.
“But that doesn’t stop me!! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!!!”
This is all about progressive noise artist Nic Endo. She’s the driving force here; she fucking escalates aural matters that were already far too heightened. She’s unbridled and drives the track into MERZBOW territory and holy hell is it amazing.
“What did you say?”
I saw them on the 60 Second Wipe Out Tour so many years ago and I was elated to have Nic Endo fucking melt my ears! For all intents and purposes, I met my wife there. (We’d met a few hours prior to the show, but at the show proper? That’s when I feel I met her.)
“What did you say?!”
Despite not knowing each other at all, we both pushed ourselves to the front of the crowd and were spit on by Alec Empire and we locked eyes during this song and, well, ultimately that was that.
“WHAT DID YOU SAY?!!”
Pretty fucking dumb, but what’s youth if you aren’t dumb and willing to have fun?
I digress, but the rest is all ancillary I suppose!
This post is sexually explicit, but not in a fun way.
LORDS OF ACID are a quintessential late 80s/90s techno-industrial band, all dancehall woman-belting and raw synths and dirty beats, but they were far, far filthier than anything of their time. Hell, even for now.
This is a band whose breakout single — from their debut album titled ‘LUST’ — repeatedly features the refrain “Sit on my face”.
Additional songs from ‘LUST’ include Rough Sex and I Must Increase My Bust which do what they say on the tin. The Most Wonderful Girl? Yeah, that’s all about loving yourself in more than one way.
Their second album ‘VOODOO-U’ featured beautifully eye-searingly neon lurid cover art from hotrod artist COOP which, well, is comprised of a devil orgy and everything is on display, to the point where they had to have both uncensored and censored versions of the cover.
So it should come as no surprise that on ‘VOODOO-U’ they penned an entire song — The Crablouse — about a sexually transmitted infection (STI).
It should also come as no surprise that I fucking love it.
Here’s a message for the girls about vaginas And the consequence of fiddling with a partner Mind your labia they’re never out of danger If you’re gonna go to bed with a stranger
For whatever reason, despite the fallout from Nancy Reagan’s 80s protectiveness and censorship and HIV/AIDS — or perhaps because of it — the 90s musically reveled in sexuality and sensuality, and LORDS OF ACID took that to the extreme. As you can read in the peppered lyrics here, there isn’t a single line here that isn’t either sexually loaded or absolutely explicit.
If you meet a guy who’s scratching at his totem We all know that it’s connected with his scrotum He might tell you that his undie is too tight But you’ll know that it’s the crablouse and you’re right
While some may write The Crablouse off as a song that exists solely for shock value with a fantastic kick — and don’t get me wrong, I love it for that alone — I think it’s not without merit, that it’s sincere and substantial and serves a purpose.
If a crablouse gets mixed up in your saliva Stumbles through your body right into your vulva Then waits patiently until penetration Gets it out of there and right into salvation
STIs are perhaps one of the last taboo topics when it comes to mainstream culture. It’s a stigma, something to be shameful of, perhaps because of puritanism, of the myth that folks are sexless and virginal until they meet the person they’ll die with or whatnot; it’s something not to be talked about out loud but whispered. These are physical matters that only occur to the deviants, societal aberrations, and they’re reaping what they’ve sown.
The little vampire, horny and so greedy It doesn’t care about a penis and it’s envy It’s intelligent, nasty and it’s sick A party animal, a pervert and a pig
Obviously, that’s not the case. Not to get all high-school sex-ed on you but one in five folks in America has or have had one (and that’s just based on reported numbers). Hell, even if one is chaste, they may contract one from the person they marry or permanently partner with. Some may go to their grave without ever knowing that they have an STI.
Now we know the little crablouse is a raver You can’t get rid of it unless you use a razor It’s unbearable, funky and so cool A real smartass and nobody’s fool
With The Crablouse LORDS OF ACID shove this awareness in your face and make you confront the fact that STIs exist and they revel in the fact that this is just a part of enjoying life, that we should be thankful that we have remedies and methods and ways to heal and continue to indulge in desire.
It’s there to stay, sucks all day It’s there to bite, my parasite My love machine, my maddest dream Turns me on, makes me come
This isn’t the purpose of the post — the purpose is to recommend this banger of a song — however? Get tested. Use protection, although that doesn’t 100% guarantee against STIs but it’s the best you can do. (No risk, no reward and all that.) I shouldn’t have to be typing this, but I am anyway because well, I’ve known more than a few folks that knew better not to do so but …didn’t.
Be aware of not just your body, but also your partner or partners. Doesn’t matter your age or disposition. I believe that LORDS OF ACID does an exceptional effort at drawing attention to all of that, without explicitly stating so despite that they’re all about being explicit.
It is a cautionary tale for adults in its twisted way, all accompanied by heavy-hitting beats.
Lastly I’ll note that, shockingly, there is an actual video for the song that — while yes, it traffics in a lot of fetish wear — is surprisingly tame, but still manages to convey the verve and abandon of the song.
This is a brilliant revisiting of a classic. It feels so crisp, so clean, so re-invented but also familiar! I can’t get enough of it, and I’m frankly surprised it exists, because JUNO REACTOR has provided so many brilliant “Pistolero” mixes already! But who am I to turn down a bit more self-indulgence?! Electro is all about its hedonism.
This might as well be called the “Coachella remix”. It’s all about hedonism, self-promotion, the worst parts of club culture, exploitation of others, and patched together by stock footage. It’s basically THE WHITE LOTUS: the music video — without repercussions, however, so many reverberations — but damn, it still bangs. Maybe listen to it while viewing other browser tabs.
Gotta admit: I absolutely love the person throwing fingers in a NASA outfit.
I have mentioned this in the past, but my body is stupidly physical. “I want to be thrown around.”
It’s hedonistic and I’m not proud of it but that’s what fucking techno is all about and this remix is the most physical of all of them. The beats just surround you and you succumb to them.
Oddly, I didn’t discover this mix until recently, but this fucking remix rips.
My wife and I danced to this mix at our wedding. There’s something about the length that gives one abandon, freedom to physically enact, which to me is totally what “Pistolero” encapsulates, and we absolutely wanted that.
It helps that it hits every fucking sense in my body. I just want to dance and feel the beats cascade over me and smile, which is what JUNO REACTOR is absolutely perfect at providing. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it one more time: every version of this song makes me glow.
If you took one glance at me, you’d probably assume I’m a seasoned drug pro, and I wouldn’t blame you. Over the years I’ve repeatedly been been asked by absolute strangers: “Hey, you holding?” Even if I cut my hair and wore a polo shirt, I’d still read that way — just something about my brunette locks, wide-eyes and brows and slouch — but no. I didn’t imbibe until a few years ago and I still keep it legal and mostly solo. Friends legitimately teased me about it when they found out how naïve I was about all of it, and rightly so!
I do not routinely get high apart from late-night use — the edibles I use are perfect for an insomniac like me! — because I’m hyper-sensitive and it earnestly and honestly helps to sedate me, and that’s all I want.
However, I goddamn love a good body-high and know how to rock it and electro/trance matches exactly what I want right before getting a good night’s sleep, and this remix via PsyTrance artist ASTRIX hits all of the right notes while accentuating the positive attributes of “Pistolero”. It’s an extremely intense remix of the original that I only recently discovered, but has become a treasured track in my playlist.
The original version of JUNO REACTOR’s “Pistolero” is all about its beat and escalation and the punctuational gunshots and guitar, and I can’t help but fucking glow when I hear it. It’s concise, biting, and brilliant.
JUNO REACTOR’s “Pistolero”, initially released via their album “Shango”, is permanently stuck on a loop in my head. I love electro music and spaghetti westerns and when I was a DJ I would find any excuse to play any mix of this song. I would routinely throw myself around whenever others would play it, and it was a centerpiece for our wedding reception, which I’m not exactly proud of, but we are who we are, and we danced our asses off to it.