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NMS - 'Woe To Thee O Land Whose King Is A Child' [CD]
NMS - 'Woe To Thee O Land Whose King Is A Child' [CD]
NMS - 'Woe To Thee O Land Whose King Is A Child' [CD]
NMS - 'Woe To Thee O Land Whose King Is A Child' [CD]


Woe To Thee O Land Whose King Is A Child



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"From out the deception clouds into the heart of darkness Apache B2 Stealth F117 with a jackass and giant elephant in the cockpit /dropping daisy cutters on kiddy targets /ready to vaporize the mythical bogey-man to ashes in orbit /blindly trying to set a simulated democracy free/ with a schizophrenic eagle mascot with a broken left and an extremely retarded white wing in reality 360 equates to the same thing/ while in the DCI executive suite sits Supreme Commander-In-Chief,/talons submerged in the murk and murks of petroleum ink/ butt naked clutching a dildo ghosting through the hallways on phantom puppet strings"

After five years of planning, NYC indie-innovator (and central member of Company Flow) Big Justoleum and Californian underground legend Orko Elohiem holed up in a rural cotton mill loft in deep South Georgia and recorded two blistering albums known as "The Nephlim Modulation Sessions". Originally envisaged as a futuristic journey into abstraction, the actions of the Bush administration began to impinge. "After two months of waking up every morning to a blitzkrieg of right wing media innuendo and the most nauseating, ridiculous sabre-rattling paranoia since the McCarthy witch hunts we had no choice but to produce this record," Jus explains.

The resultant mini-album, "Woe To Thee O Land If Thy King Is A Child," is one of the most vitriolic, whole-hearted attacks on the actions of George W and his cabal of lunatic henchmen and advisers that you're likely to hear. At a time when every celebrity finds it de rigeur to voice their opposition to war without actually having anything to say about it, it's refreshing to hear a genuine anger, and one whose target is much broader than just what happens in Iraq over the next month or so. With a track dedicated to the salty biscuit that nearly choked Bush to death ("Super Pretzel") and an analysis of the malaises in American and Western society that goes way beyond just blaming the Bush Dynasty, the spirit of the Last Poets and the Watts Prophets has ben reborn with a new urgency. Add to this a muscial palette which harks back not just to CoFlow's groundbreaking fractured soundscapes, but the Black Liberation music of the sixties and seventies and this is one of the most distinctive records you'll hear this year.

With the second installment, "Imperial Letters Of Protection," due this autumn and set to offer solutions to some of the problems set out on "Woe To Thee....," NMS are ready to batter your cortex for a few months yet. Prepare - this is no quiet storm...
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