Frust​-​Rated XXX (1999)

by Nation's Slum

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about

Nation's Slum started as a side project of Attila Brushvox along his main act Pansament in 1992 originally under the name Sonic Sandwich.
The first recording was the song "Lovely Dick James", but things turns serious after Brushvox left (were kicked off) from Pansament in 1993 and the side project become primary act. Join his force (and fame) with the core of another local band called Detector and Nation's Slum become only in few weeks one of the leading acts of the Romanian rock scene.
The core of the band consist of Attila Brushvox (vocals, programming) and Marian Anthohi (guitars, bass and vocals) and NS were one of the most interesting acts of the 90's Romanian metal scene. The mixture of post punk, post hardcore approach with the heavy, modern, nu and groove metal sound and some experimental, industrial infusions made Nation's Slum to sound different back then and sounds fresh even now after all these years.
Unfortunately the band split off in 1999 after a bitter experience with a German record label.
Here are almost all the official recordings of the band, actually only one track (Sick Shit) is missing from the second demo from 1993.

Official site: brushvox.com

Fist In Your Mouth - Video on the YouTube www.youtube.com/watch?v=X8bJBIdQBrw

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released 02 September 1999
Produced by Attila Brushvox.

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Mr. Pan[k]sament Romania

I had ended up at the microphone of a garage rock band back in 1988 by mistake and fortune and ever since I'm "doing" music one way or another with different bands or by my own. I played piano, bass, guitar, some drums and I learned working with computers, samplers, midi controllers - and stuffs.
I usually work with Propellerhead's Reason, my old Oxygen 8 and the Reaper.
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Track Name: Fist In Your Mouth (1993)
Turn back full of anger - the fist is not an answer
why do you hurt me? hit me, treat me badly?
crush me down, kick my face
drag me all over the place,
I will stand up - with the fist in my mouth!

Fist in your mouth, the fist of power
hate you - hate me, hate each other
something was wrong, it doesn't work,
your mind was tied, we're used to talk!

No way mister president, we don't trust the government,
for the good of the nation we ask your resignation,
it's the best what you can do 'cause we are sick of you
I do believe without you it's more easy to live!

Open your mouth - spit off the fist
realize the freedom is not a gift.
Track Name: Dead Brain Waves (1993)
Closed in a box with my own shadow
the fear is my brother, knocking at my window
my mind is sleeping far from reality
the absolute means nothing and this is equality

I see the walls waving around me
I try to move, but my head is heavy
reflected in the mirror it seems so nice
but it's just another paradise

Bleeding colors in the furnace of time
everything is yours, but the nightmares are mine
Pictures are melting down, the confusion is real
no way to hide away from the awakening fear

Under the waves of my dead brain

Under my dead brain waves
Track Name: MotherFuckersPlanet (1994)
Motherfuckers planet - take the monkey from my back I had enough
Motherfuckers planet - get your hands off from me I piss off
Alien, alien where do you lay your head? How will you survive on this planet?
Alien, alien this people treat you bad, where do you arrive? On this, on this planet...

Motherfuckers people - living only just to serve, I had enough
Motherfuckers people - try to cheat you and rip you off
Alien, alien where do you lay your head? How will you survive on this planet?
Alien, alien this people treat you bad, where do you arrive? On this, on this planet...

Now, what the fuck you gonna do?

Pig eaters in tuxedos...
Track Name: XXX (1996)
I need more excitement and my gun is gives for sure
hold it tight in my hand, it's make me feel secure,
my straight becomes virility, it seems I found the cure
to prove my sexuality and it makes me feel mature,
I turn to the adult channel it saves me night and day
I'm shaking up the barrel and I blow it all away....
I'm gonna make my day.

I wanna grow up, become a star
the vicious god of porn and bizarre
So bless me father cause I had sin
I creep in your head and rape your dream

I wanna grow up and fuck you all!
Driving you crazy, loosing control
I sexorcize you down on the floor
rather that I take you own me more

I make you lick my barrel, serve me as I please
no one's doing better, get down on your knees,
I'm pushing to the limit, you're whimpering on my gun
to hurt become a habit, and now I'm gonna cum

X - excess

I'm gonna love you!
Track Name: Web (1994)
Once upon came a man and gave something to believe
nobody understand and he died on the cross
I had a vision - television, I can handle - change the channel.
Other time, other place, something else to believe
another man who will die on the screen. My dream...
The spider is still there, I'm nailed to my chair
webs are all over and pulls me under!

24 hours exposed to TV rays - sleeping with your head on the TV
custom comfort feeds the human race - sleeping with your head on the TV
informational overdose, movies and news - sleeping with your head on the TV
69 channels and not one you want to loose - sleeping with your head on the TV
total addiction, you can't break free!

Living and dying for the remote control - sleeping with your head on the TV
too many options, but you want one more - sleeping with your head on the TV
sex and violence everything seems so real - sleeping with your head on the TV
just press the button and you have them right here - sleeping with your head on the TV
total addiction, you can't break free!

I lost my patience, I loose my nerve - wake up at least, tear down the chains
me and the TV, who's the master, who's serve? - wake up at least, tear down the chains
this screening mind pollution makes me scream - wake up at least, tear down the chains
I pick up the hammer and I smash off the screen - wake up at least, tear down the chains
blow up your TV, that's your last chance!
Track Name: Rest In War (1994)
Holy Mother Earth cries she has been rape
point of no return, the final mental fade
toxic water, smoke, dead air,
red black chaos, the last warfare
Rest In War

Demographic bomb, nations suffocate
the planet turns to be small, it's over populate
toxic water, smoke, dead air,
red black chaos, the last warfare
Rest In War

Cold as a razor's blade - Rest In War
Dark as a funeral grave - Rest In War
Dead child, dead bird, dead fish - sick race.
Track Name: I H8 Myself (1995)
Myself...

Sometimes I think I'm incomplete
I'm gonna die in my own shit
Rejects me more deep inside
I know what I think, but I swallow my pride

I hate, I hate,
I hate myself, I hate myself
I really do, I hate my fucking self

I still believe I'm a human being
twenty five hours at day I mean
It's so fucked up, nothing left to do
just say the truth: I hate you

I hate myself as you love yours
go eat yourself, all the shit is yours
and when You're finished do it again
go fuck yourself monkey with no brain

I try to run, but I can't hide
Me, myself and I - common suicide
just seeing my face it's make me sick
Again and again eight days at week!
Track Name: I'm Fucked Up (1995)
Yesterday the whole word fading with a shredding smile
untouchable dreams are trembling, excuse me I'm too sad to cry
I take a deep breath of silence before I have to disappear
Nothing's left to live or die for, it's your whisper in my ear
Everybody's in such a hurry, nothing matters, no one cares
live like there is no tomorrow, live like there is nobody else
faster, faster, superficial, everything there could be yours
you're only have to pay the right price to open up all the locked doors

why everybody's in such a hurry?
hurry... such a hurry...

Yesterday the whole word fading with a big fat lie
the runaway trains of illusion like a springtime rain just passing by
I always try to make changes, but I didn't find the way how
nothing's left to live or die for, it's too late, I'm fucked up now

why everybody's in such a hurry?
hurry... such a hurry...

why?!
Track Name: 'round 'round (1994)
Here I am down on my knees
begging you excuse me please (oh no!)
more than thousand points of hate
get in your face, straight, straight, straight!

'round, 'round, in the neighborhood

Kick my tooth out, want me dead
with a baseball bat smash off my head,
rape my girlfriend, take my car,
you think it's fun, bunt you get too far!

You wake up and take a look in the mirror,
you seem pretty human, but deep inside is an animal hiding somewhere
and then you realize, you're dead
Track Name: Sick Shit (1993)
I just asked a little help from a friend
he turns his back, given shit, just like that
I don't need friends like you, stay away
listen dude, go on your way, I'm just okay

Sick Shit...

I can see you, you won't see me
I'm just fine what's wrong with you?
Speak to me, I'm listening to
Thanks for all, you kicked my ass
thanks again, you did the best
don't pissing off, the wheels are turning
and you know we're always learning.

I can see you, you won't see me
I'm just fine what's wrong with you?
Speak to me, I'm listening to
friends will be friends, can't fix a price
I asked you once, don't ask you twice
don't fuck with me, I'm sick of it
I realize you were sick shit
Track Name: Burn (1998)
She was made of flesh, tight skin and hair
with one purpose, but I can not tell,
she was mysterious, guilt free, but full of sin
more than dangerous that I ever dreamed

I suffer, I want her,
no other, I'm caught and burned

Burn motherfucker burn

She was made by Gods and Devil design
half whore, half angel, evil and divine,
ready to seduce, lead into temptation
there is no excuse for sweet salvation

I suffer, I want her,
no other, I'm caught and burned

Burn motherfucker burn

I love to burn baby

She said hit the road, Jack you're just a jerk
you can't standing hard, you can't keep and hold,
hit the road Jack, before you break your neck,
hit the road Jack, hit and don't come back...

I suffer, I want her,
no other, I'm caught and burned...
Burned
Track Name: Frustrated (1998)
Constant struggle, principle obsession
reaping my skin, never learn the lesson,
friendship fill with envy nothing to count on it
eating back to life, a life that's full of shit

Frustrated
as the child inside
Frustrated
within my mind
Frustrated
as all we are
someone's got to push to get this far.

Standing all alone, carrying the weight
the help that never comes, the help I ever wait,
make out of dreams a passion, bat everything of it
it's not to win or loose, but make a life complete.

Frustrated
as the child inside
Frustrated
within my mind
Frustrated
as all we are
someone's got to push to get this far.

You want a piece of me? Come on and get me!

I waste my time with fighting
I thought I do the right thing,
But I was my only victim
there's nothing left to kill in...

As the child inside withing my mind...

Someone's got to push to get this far

Buried me alive, betray me with a kiss
I'm not Jesus Christ, I'm not good for this,
I can't save myself so don't aspect salvation
don't blame someone else for your own frustration
Track Name: Vrem Capul Lui...(1990)
Ucigasii depun coroane de flori
pe morminte de eroi,
asasinii! asasinii! asasinii!
vrem capul lui, vrem capul lui,
vrem capul lui... Motoc!
Track Name: Holiday In Cambodia (Dead Kennedys cover, 1996)
So you been to school
For a year or two
And you know you've seen it all
In daddy's car
Thinkin' you'll go far
Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz
To parade your snazz
On your five grand stereo
Braggin' that you know
How the niggers feel cold
And the slums got so much soul

It's time to taste what you most fear
Right Guard will not help you here
Brace yourself, my dear:

It's a holiday in Cambodia
It's tough, kid, but it's life
It's a holiday in Cambodia
Don't forget to pack a wife

You're a star-belly sneech
You suck like a leach
You want everyone to act like you
Kiss ass while you bitch
So you can get rich
But your boss gets richer off you

Well you'll work harder
With a gun in your back
For a bowl of rice a day
Slave for soldiers
Till you starve
Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one
Now you can go where they get things done
What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia
Where people dress in black
A holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll kiss ass or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot!

And it's a holiday in Cambodia
Where you'll do what you're told
A holiday in Cambodia
Where the slums got so much soul
Track Name: Humiliated (1994)
Six feet under poverty, between concrete and misery
freedom is the liberty to think we are free.
Uneven work democracy, not for this community
freedom is the liberty to think we are free.
Slum nations in slum quarters, ignored by God, forgotten there
freedom is the liberty to think we are free.
With incomes under minimal, living like some animals
freedom is the liberty to think we are free.

Humiliate!
Enduring the pain
Enduring the shame
We'll not stick it anymore!
No more.

Social insecurity, no respect for the entity
freedom is the liberty to think we are free.
Addicted to society, lost on the edge of insanity
freedom is the liberty to think we are free.
Slum nations in slum quarters, ignored by God, forgotten there
Revolt!
With incomes under minimal, living like some animals
Revolt!

Freedom is a privilege!
Track Name: Lovely Dick James (bonus, demo 1992)
Stealing like a monkey, it don't matter if it's funky
could be disco, violent hardcore, overdosed and mixed once more

I have no ideas, I'm stealing what I hear
I feel no badly when I put it here...
Lovely Dick James, Lovely Dick James,
Lovely Dick James,
lovely, lovely, lovely!
I don't mind...

Change some details and it's okay
no one cares what the fuck do you play,
sale more records, ride with big cars
be a top guy, use credit cards

I feel so sane when I wash my socks
If you don't like me suck my cock
Hey there people I'm pissing off
if myself for you it isn't enough

Put a label, really dizzy, put it in box, it's so easy
breakdown all the radio charts, if it's working, make second parts
Track Name: Elevator to Hell (bonus, demo 1993)
I'd like to believe we did never lie
it was how we felt, it wasn't any why,
I just want to say, nothing's to regret
but I realized we can't live like that

It's hard to say what we're looking for
always driven blind, but we want it more
tearing us apart, the real love is war

Love is how we share, even if we care
Never what it is, never what we wish
Love is just a way to giving back some more
Fading memories washed away ashore

Elevator to hell

As a loaded gun, a dog without his bone
as a stranger place, a name without the face
Love is what should be, a wild and stormy sea
symphony of pain, always just the same...

Elevator to Hell...
Track Name: She Wants (bonus, demo 1999)
She wants to kill me (help me, help), she didn't kill me yet (help me, help)
So she killing me slowly (help me, help) as everything she can get (help me, help)
Turns me on like no other, next minute tears me apart
Get me down, take me lower, I fall into her cunt

Help, help, help me

She wants to kill me (help me, help) for the fun of the life (help me, help)
she killing me softly (help me, help), cuts me like a knife (help me, help),
Ties me up like a spider, make me say that I want
the freedom is sweet, but I want her, I fall into her cunt

Help, help, help me

She wants to kill me (help me, help) as she did it before (help me, help)
so she doing it slightly (help me, help), she's such a perfect whore (help me, help),
eats me up like a worm now, she's a hungry ant
her lips will swallow and I fall into her cunt

Help, help, help me
kill me