Militant they said. Angry young men.
I got an idea of something we can do with a gun
Sink load and fire till the empire
Reaps what they've sown
Shoot shoot shoot till their minds are open
Shoot shoot shoot till their eyes are closed
Push push push till we get some motion
Push push push till the bombs explode
I got an idea
We can do it
All on our own
Nothing to worry
Regret must weigh a ton
Kick kick kick till the laws are broken
Kick kick kick till the boots are worn
Hit hit hit till the truth is spoken
Hit hit hit till the truth is born
I got an idea of something
we can do with a gun
Soundgarden is a classic Seattle band. It isn't their fault. They weren't only ones. It is the message of the society. The theme of masculinity in the USA. I don't recall any music like John Denver lately. You know. Hug a tree. Rocky Mountain High. All that kind of silly stuff. Calypso. Hug a whale.
I don't even see reruns of Lassie come home. But, there are scads of reruns of shoot 'em up - bang, bang pictures. I think there is an entire cable station dedicated to it.
November 27, 2012, 6:00 a.m.
Of all the bands that emerged from Seattle's so-called grungescene in the early 1990s — think of the moody, flannel-clad likes of Nirvana, Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains — none was harder to pin down than Soundgarden.
Brutish but thoughtful, muscular yet deeply melodic, the group's music resisted easy classification, just as frontmanChris Cornell seemed to defy attempts to parse his densely allusive lyrics. Even the band's biggest hit, "Black Hole Sun," which cracked the top 10 of Billboard's pop-radio chart in 1994, remains a mystery from its opening couplet on: "In my eyes, indisposed / In disguises no one knows."
Here was an outfit — one that broke up in 1997 — fully in touch with the value of obscurity.
