Seven Means Seven!

Keeping on the theme from last post of bands I liked first, rather than stole from my sister...

And perhaps the greatest band of all time...(perhaps)

Nomeansno.

I first heard Nomeansno in high school when I bought their second LP "Sex Mad" purely on the basis of the review of it from Maximum Rock 'n' Roll magazine. This was a pretty common thing for me to do back then, as it was for lots of kids i would assume...there was no internet and magazines like MRR and Flipside were essential to finding new music.

If you don't know Nomeansno then please check out every single one of their releases right now...but start with the album "Wrong" from 1989. Considered to be their best work by many, including me. Not that their other releases have much wrong with them (no pun intended) you could do well to listen to anything in their career of over a dozen records, offshoot bands, EPs and singles.

Choosing a single track from Nomeansno is next to impossible so here are two. First a song from their LP "The Dance of the Headless Bourgeoisie" called "This Story Must Be Told". Chosen because of both its musical prowess and the dark, off putting subject matter. Lyricist Rob Wright often pens lyrics from the vantage point of someone disturbing or repentant or both. This song seems to be the story of an attempted rape with some kind of revenge by the victim in the form of strange psychological turmoil that may or may not be self inflicted. Or...I could totally have it wrong. That is the beauty of Nomeansno lyrics.

Masterful Bass and Drum work, a staple of Nomeansno.



Second, "Everyday I Start to Ooze", a song that I have no idea what they are singing about except maybe frustration with the general populace. The lyrics remind me of something the killer from the movie "Seven" would have written in one of his composition notebooks. (whoa this is post #7)



Here is their official website but don't take anything there seriously

My dad used to put on Steppenwolf's "Born To Be Wild" while vacuuming our house. While it doesn't have the ironic punch that tune surely did for my father, Nomeansno's "The River" is my vacuuming song of choice... go hide puppy.