If you could bend spoons with your mind, or
had some other way of forcing things to serve you will...
Oh, and this is important,
were generally aggitated (in a non-violent way), and were
too intellectually tortured to find any of the popular
"mass opiates" calming, then you might make a song like
Of course you'd
have to be a master of vicious lyrical taunts as well.
"Infected" is a mockery, a twisted sculpture of incompatible
influences, all brilliantly assembled into a snarling
sermon on sexual obsession.
The first line of the song,
"I've got to much energy to switch off my mind",
sums it all up nicely.
Eons ago, this album came out in 1986, the
record store I worked in had a policy of not playing
"offensive" songs when there were cutomers in the store.
But since what they really wanted was not to piss off anyone that
was browsing, we were giving wide latitude to
base our decisions on the people in the shop at any given time.
The sad truth was that nobody cared about the actual content,
they were just offended by clearly audible buzzwords.
So a moronic metal song with "fuck" screamed at random would cause
a fuss, but nobody ever complained about this album.
Now if they'd paid more attention, the uptight, repressed
ones would have clapped their hands over their childrens ears
and rushed out the door.
Those are the people that most need to hear The The.