No Cabaret! is one of the catchiest emo-funk numbers from the album written about the ridiculous cabaret laws in NYC.
Drawing comparisons with Der Ost is Rot or Movies by Holger Czukay (who, incidentally, was using samples in his work a good three to four years earlier) is an interesting game.
The singer pleaded for the crowd to come forward, which they did, like shy calves coming to get a mouthful of grass.
I’ll let Chuck D finish the tale: “London wasn’t into soft music. They wanted their music rock hard.”
The last of the good, kind, honest and wise people left should come with me now, adorn their brows with garlands of wild roses and prepare themselves by drinking the annointed mead out of the blessed cups, prepare libations to their ancestors, pour sweet, fragrant oils on the ceremonial pyre prepared for them, and leave this Age of Idiocy.
A few weeks ago an ex-NME journalist wrote a big piece in a national paper …she displayed a complete lack of knowledge or interest in music. She had never heard of (for instance) Krautrock. It’s a bit like a film journalist holding a hand up after ten years in the job and saying, ‘bugger me, have you watched anything by Kurosawa? Is he good?’