MACC LADS TRACKLIST D-F
A true story, sadly. Well most of it anyway.(He was actually a Sunni).
I always felt the dog to be a menace.
Dread- Each time we play dis song, all de honkies dey jump
about. Dey goin' mental innit? An
Mard, 'im say dat Dread am not playin de song fast enough. An de song
am got a false endin'
innit? So, next gig, Dread am puttin' about a 'undred extra endin'
on de song. Each
one am faster dan de last. An Mard, 'im not quick enough. An 'im fingers
a blur. And
'im fuck it up.
This is the only song that was ever censored.
They wouldn't play the original:
think rape's an offence, the birds want me dick, its immense"
wrong with that?
Beater- Its fucking rubbish, that's what's wrong with it.
YOU LOVE ME?
This was the first song we wrote together. I wrote the words and music,
up the beat, and Abdul whinged coz there was no guitar solo.
Stez -So we kicked fuck out of him.
Beater- It should've had a guitar break in it. A dead long
one. As it is, its crap.
UP! LET'S SUP!
was first recorded at Porky Pig's in Salford. The Lads gathered around
the microphone, beers
in hand, they chanted the chorus, leapt around and punched the air.
Except the Beater. Abdul
Wazim-Ben Beater sat cross legged, arms folded, and mumbled.
He only got excited
at prayer times.
Beater- It weren't me.
The tale of Mr Styx's emigration to London. All 35 minutes of it.
In those days, Boddington's, Players
No6, and England's Glory matches were only sold in civilised
areas of the country. They
were used by intrepid explorers as a sort of 'security blanket.'
Bald Eagle's contribution to the Oriface & Genital compilation.
His High-Tech Super Shiny Remix
used all those machines with flashing lights-
the plasmatrons, glaucoders, digimaxes,
He had a free hand to utilise everything in his state of the art studio.
So he just put a bit of clapping at the end.
and Stez used to do this song in our punk band The Scum. Then
Gutley Fat Twat hijacked
it, changed the words and halved the guitar solo. Its rubbish now.
O'Peesha- One of the finest moments in music history was Sandbach
singing this on stage after we
tipped around 500 laxatives in his beer. He was desperate for it to
finish so he could dump.
Of course, we played it extra slow.
Without a crowd joining in, this always sounds limp.
The guitar sounds thin, and the Beater was
not a happy Pakki.
It was recorded in an underground studio...
and no one knew which way
Barrel- This was my song. I wrote the music to it,
and I called it Gutbuster and it was about my
Guttley Fat Twat hijacked it and changed the words,
telling everyone that I tell lies. Which I don't. Ever.