No matter what we own we can’t buy freedom
More unintentional hilarity completely saved by the wonderful arrogance and energy of youth. This time offered in a hilariously amateurish way: notice the fantastic tempo drop with the drums sometime after the first chorus. You’ve come a long way, Sean.
Much like most other old Manics tracks, even this is genuinely catchy and good despite the overtly pretentious bullshit lyrics and general ridiculousness. The tune carries well, the chorus is damn catchy and there’s a small sense of epicness to the whole thing even. Sure it’s a bit long-stretched but hey, we’ll forgive that. It also makes a great closer on Lipstick Traces.
Originally titled Ceremony Rape Machine but the band was forced to change it by label’s orders. Gotta say I prefer the final title. Executive meddling done right.
Favourite moment: Nicky’s “bow down!”