The Goons: Living in America

The Goons
Living in America

• Breakdown
• Everyday
• Revenue Machine
• Time to Kill
• End of The World
• GI Bill
• Chemical Dependancy
• Coming Through
• Going Postal
• USA
• What You Wanted
• Heavy metal
• Sweet Sow
• Rise Up
• Mall Attack
• Life Sux
• Never say Die

Living in America was recorded in 2 sessions one at Inner Ear Studios in Arlington VA and one at WGNS in Washington DC. Tracks 4-17 were recorded during the Inner Ear session took place sometime in 1996 the line up of the band being Bitch-Boy Brian on guitar, Crazy Aaron on drums, Mike on bass, and Serge on vocals. Tracks 1-3 were recorded in 1997 at WGNS when the line up was Pat von Death Camp on guitar, Benny on drums, Mike on Bass and Serge on vocals.

The Goons Living in America

Reviews

"The Goons are Living in America and they don't like what they see, going so far as to claim the 'American Dream is a lie.' A world populated by sedated youngsters, dumb metal fans, and will it end with shooting up the mall? Those topics are touched on and reinforced by this DC area band's ravenous punk onslaught. Serge has a distinct, dramatic quaver in his voice and his fellow Goons rip through the songs with unbridled aggressiveness, 'USA' and 'Rise Up' are rampaging thrash songs, while 'End of the World' is almost a punk rock boogie and 'Time to Kill' offers a mighty mid-tempo blitz. Hitting hard and furiously from the opening chords and hardly the sound of a dead or dying musical form that nay sayers claim."
Suburban Voice Magazine - No. 42, 1998


"Musically this is tight and energetic punk, reminds me a lot of the Dead Kennedy's 'Bedtime for Democracy' era. Good production, but the this that I absolutely love about this CD is Serge's Vocals. He totally has the cross of Gary Floyd (The Dicks) and Jello Biafra (Dead Kennedys) operatic tones-thing fucking dialed. Co-produced by Kent Stax (from DC hardcore legends Scream) and Brian Baker( duh!). For those that are too young to have gotten into the DKs or too burnt out and jaded, this is a good way to slowly ease you back into a sound that seems to be forgotten."(PB)
Maximum Rock'n'Roll Magazine 1998


"Sounds like Algae Afterbirth circa '84. Fast furious and insane stuff for all to mosh to. The highlight is the Black Sabbath intro on 'Sweets Sow' that flows throughout the tune. Interesting."
Stubble Zine


"young twenty somethings playing politicized punk rock. being from Northern Virginia's DC suburbs myself I though I could dismiss these guys off as Dischord wanna bees and be done with it. I was dead wrong. This is no emo peace punk, this is angry violent slop punk like some mutt off-spring of the Dead Kennedys and New Bomb Turks. These guys are pissed and the express that on songs like 'Life Sux', 'Time to Kill', and my favorite 'Mall Attack' ('I hate trendies they make me sick/they can get down and suck my dick'). The guitars are way loud and this has none of the wimpy sound and musician gimmick of most of the suck job punk bands today. These kids realize there was punk rock before Bad Religion or Fugazi and they tap into some of that old school energy for an angry album of anti-social hate inspired hardcore punk. This was recorded at the fabled DC studios Inner Ear and WGNS."
Eye Deal Magazine No. 14 , Dec 1998


"They have two 7"s out that I've never heard before. On this full length, they rage an old school flavor that is uncommon from the DC area. Short bursts of angry punk rock that gets the blood pumping. They remind me of the Proletariat in the sound."
Flipside Magazine No. 115, Dec 1998


"People are catching on! Record labels are starting to send Agree to Disagree good stuff to review. Instead we're starting to get fine stuff like The Goons. Punk rock! Nothing Poppy about this band whatsoever. The singer sounds like a cross between Lee Ving of Fear and Jello Biafra of Dead Kennedys. And good socially charged lyrics to boot. More Punk, less pop!"
Agree to Disagree No. 5, 1998


"Since 1994, The Goons along with a few other bands gave DC a rebirth of the days of old and brought back some much needed energy to the scene. Well The Goons new CD 'Living in America' is like blasts of powerful rapid fire punk that have an old school Dead Kennedys (Jello Biafra sort of vocals) to powerful Black Flag / DKs Punk fell that is fast, furious that will put DC back on the punk rock map again for sure. (*****)"
Toxic Flyer Fanzine No. 27 Fall/Winter 1998


"Punk rock the likes of which has not come out of DC in a while. Sounds kind of like a cross of Black Flag with some oi band. It actually turns out sounding really good. 17 songs of angry, but fun punk rock."
War Crimes No. 10 1998


"Both the guitars and the vocals remind me of Oly's Fitz of Depression, I had to glance at the singes name to make sure it wasn't Mikey. For me that's a good thing. I loved Fitz, the Goons have that same kind of energy, probably more because they keep a fast pace the whole time, blowing through 17 songs in less than a half hour and keeping me rocking the whole fucking time."
10 Things Jesus Wants You to Know No. 20 1998


"I always wondered it there were pogo-punk bands in DC, or if everyone was just striving to be the next Fugazi. I realize that statement is a little off base, but it's nice to know that there's a kick ass punk band from DC that blends the feistiness of the Dead Kennedys with the catchiness of Showcase Showdown. Lyrics aren't in the league with DK but whose are? This is pretty righteous stuff."
Motion Sickness No. 7 1998


"The Goons rule! The Goons come at you hard, like a freight train if you haven't seen The Goons live! Its a must see show, they just recently rocked CBGB's n.y.c. those guys rock!!!!!"
A music fan from n.y.c. , May 18, 1999


"The Goons are the East coast's BEST up and coming punk band. This CD is INCREDIBLE. I love everything about the Goons. As a native of DC, and a Kaffa House kid, I've gotta give mad props to this band for coming out so hard with their release. This album says it all. 'I HATE MY JOB, I DO IT EVERY DAY.'"
A music fan from DC, USA , November 4, 1998








Breakdown

This ain't no break down
This is just another day
Shocked feeling let down
But its always been this way
Who is it fighting this time
And are they punks or are they skins
The cops are wasting their time
They're busting all the alley kids
A breakdown
A let down
Its lights out
Dead city




Everyday

I hate my job
I do it everyday
The boss thinks I'm stupid cus I do things my way
I walk across the bridge
Burn holes out in my shoes
I get work and punch the clock get all the bad news
The templates got to change
The files gone corrupt
Everyday is just the same
So whens it gonna stop

Everyday my father works just like his father did
Testifies to these monotonous modern times

Everyday my father works just like his father did
Works his ass off for a nickle and a dime
Everyday I got o work just like my father did
Testify to these monotonous modern times

Everyday I go to work just like my father did
Work my ass off for a nickle and a dime
I don't wanna die die die just like my father did
Victimized by these monotonous modern times

I hate my job
I do it everyday




Revenue Machine

Sirens
You stop my car
Who do you think you are?
50 for HOV
On roads paid for by me
25 for no seat belt
It's my life go to hell
Victims won't have their day
You keep collecting money for the state

Revenue machine

Somewhere there is a rape
Victims who can't escape
B&E, auto theft
Families with nothing left
Protect and serve fuck you
You're writing out tickets
Victims won't have their day
You keep collecting money for the state




Time to Kill

I try to hide stay off the street
all the cops they know me
I sit at home all fucking day
Jesus christ I'm wasting away

I got no cash no job no girl
Just time to kill

I'm really sick I'm really ill
I guess I'll take another pill
Its times like these when I can't think
I guess I'll have another drink

I got no cash no job no girl
Just time to kill




End of the World

You live in a run around
Let your bullshit hold you down
Live running for cover and
Next thing you know your dead

What if this were the end of the world

Flashes of wasted time
Things that never crossed your mind
You thought there'd be no regrets
Suckled off your tv set

What if this were the end of the world

Money owned consumer slave
So much freedom that you craved
Worked so hard for your demise
Interactive suicide




GI Bill

You're 18 and its your graduation
All you really wanted was a good education
You think you're smart
You think you're brave
You just went and joined the army

Yeah! you want education
Left right /left right
Your going to war

Your gonna learn how to kill foreign babys
Your gonna burn all their villages down
Your gonna get up at 4 am
Jump up and down
And run around and do it again

Yeah! you want education
Left right
Left right
Your going to war

You're gonna die in a foreign nation
Your bloods gonna soak in the bosnian soul
Your gonna die for some old man
Your gonna die its not even for oil




Chemical Dependency

Chemical dependency
Bloodshot eyes you know theres something wrong with me
Chemical dependency
Know I'm gonna die just you wait and see
Chemical dependency

Got no pride
I'm losing at life
Losing but I try
I'm losing at life




Coming Through

I always come though in the end
You say we're in this hole together
I know what you're talking about
With my right hand I throw dirt on you baby
With left hand I pull my self out
Nobody's always wrong
You fucking know its true
You lose it once or twice
a win will come to you

I always come though in the end

I always lose at your fucking games
You know I always come in last
But if you think I'm a loser baby
Don't make up your mind so fast




Going Postal

I'm so frustrated
I'm really going crazy
I plan for your annihilation
I think I walk on water
I plan on going postal on you

Thats it
I quit
My life today
My car my job
I'll through it all away

I went out and bought a gun
Load bullets one by one
Thats right I'll shoot you in the head
I want to see you dead
I'll kill all of you
Then kill my self

Thats it
I quit
My life today
My car my job
I'll through it all away




USA

Wendy wants to kill herself
And johnnys fucking crazed
Theres ritalin and theres prozac to make them both ok
Theres a new prescription for every kid today
Now is the time to medicate the USA

Useless sedated americans- USA

I take prozac when I'm down
It makes me feel alright
I've got a sleep disorder
Take valium ever night
Ritalin its for ADD
It keeps me sitting still
For every fucking problem there is another pill

Useless sedated americans- USA




What You Wanted

Shuffle your feet
As they make your decisions
When will you decide
Its your turn to choose

What did you do
What you wanted
Or did you do
Whats expected of you

Tele-fed labels
Prefab definitions
Its so hard to tell if its them or its you
Watch what you purchase
Lay claim to your sweat
Before you've noticed
Your sold into dept

What did you do
What you wanted
Or did you do
Whats expected of you

Your boss he says you're doing fine
You're working 9 to 5
At home your paying all your bills
Lifes losing all it's thrill




Heavy Metal

I got long greasy hair
My girfriends pregnant and I don't care
John dear hat and belt buckle
Take her down to the tractor pull
I'm a dumb ass redneck jerk
I beat my girlfriend but it hurts
Shiny spurs on my cowboy boots
You can't forget your white trash roots

I beat you cus I love you baby
You're mine all mine all mine
Go fix me turkey pot pie
Yeah!




Sweet Sow

Yea shes just the pig for me
Got clubs that'll knock you out
I know the position
So baby pat me down
She's got leather she's got mace
Shes gonna kick you in the face
She's got handcuffs she's got boots
She's got fancy bondage suits

Sweet sow
She's a loaded gun
I been busted lots of times
But shes my favorite one
Beat me beat me beat me black and blue
I don't like the other cops but baby I like you

Take it easy on me its my first offence
We're not headed down town it don't make no sense
Shot me with her tazer
Yea she used me for days
Gonna rob a liquor store so she can come my way




Rise Up

Rise up
and then they knock you down

The more we breed
The more we die
The American dream is just a lie
Social blinders control your stare
Eyes on the cash price so you don't care

Rise up
And then they knock you down

Keep you poor so you work hard
Chain you up to a credit card
Suck you dry to pay the dept
White house party we're taxed to death

Rise up
And then they knock you down

Why do you offer me solutions
Your broken logic just fucks me up
Up all night pulling all my hair out
Wishing that your mouth would stop
I'd rather sink down to the bottom
Then float like you dead at the top




Life Sux

Riding a wave of mediocrity
Looking for a way to be free
Looking for ways to get me out of this
But then I just sit around getting pist

I'm drinking and I'm driving
And I plan on getting stoned
I'm angry and I'm twisted
I don't want to be a clone

My family says I should exert myself
Find a new way to make it work
Don't they know I know its all bullshit
What do they think I am some kind of jerk






The Goons Living in America
Everyday
GI Bill
Life Sux