Get out of my way or I might shove.
We’re the renegades of funk.
They rally round the family with a pocket full of shells.
I will never be satisfied until it ends in tears.
You want it all, but you can’t have it.
In my eyes, indisposed, in disguises no one knows, hides the face, lies the snake, and the sun in my disgrace.
Capturing beauty of something as precious as life.
Graffin’ up in L.A. you can’t act stupid and play, striking up in the hood could mean your last day.
Common ruse, dirty face, pretty noose is pretty hate, and I don’t like what you got me hanging from.
I feel so alone – gonna end up a big ol’ pile of them bones.
They can’t hear a word that we’ve said, when we pretend that we’re dead.
No safety net: you get what you get, what you settle for.
You see right through me – I got the feeling of love.
In which I make the case for this exceptionally talented band from Binghamton, New York.
The Rage is relentless, in three parts.
Nothing’s shocking, indeed, yet consistently surprising.
A delivery of a strange and wonderful musical experience.
A genuinely unique, truly eclectic (oddball?), moving, memorable, alternative (nu?) metal rollercoaster.
Lots of AiC in slower-paced grunge mode? Yes please.
The supergroup comprised of Rage Against the Machine (minus Zach de la Rocha) and Soundgarden’s Chris Cornell finds their cohesive sound.
An undeniable hurricane of thrashy, trashy, dirty, funky metal that gets under your skin like very few albums can.
Shot out of a canon, hard funked up metal and other party-influenced sounds. And that’s for starters.
A lesser work of one of great hard rock bands still easily makes this here list.
Tight-as-a-drum, chugging, thunderous, and gloriously aggressive metal.