Compos Mentis: Backlash

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Backlash
Front cover
EP by Compos Mentis
Released 1987
Recorded 23 December 1986
Genre Anarcho-punk
Label Sound Mind Records, Out of Order Records
Compos Mentis chronology

Compos Mentis: From Behind the Wall Compos Mentis: Backlash

About

Split 7" EP released in 1987 with South African band Powerage. Compos Mentis tracks recorded at Broadcasting House, December 23, 1986.

Track by Track

1. Chase Corpse

Compos Mentis take aim at Chase Corporation, one of the largest listed companies in New Zealand during the 1980s. Responsible for a number of large scale urban property developments Chase Corporation's over-exposure to the property market was brutally exposed a year after this song was recorded with the New Zealand share market crash of October 20, 1987. Chase Corpse criticises the destruction of inner city Wellington to make way for the new towers of glass and steel.

2. Rock Stars

Rock Stars points out the hypocrisy of musicians in events such as 1985's Live Aid spouting pleas to alleviate poverty while living in extreme wealth.

3. Patricia Bartlett

Vocal conservative activist Patricia Bartlett gets a whole song dedicated to her and the self-appointed moral crusade she led during the 70s and 80s through the Society for Promotion of Community Standards.

Audio

  • Side A: 1.Chase Corpse, 2.Rock Stars, 3.Patricia Bartlett

Images

Lyrics

Chase Corpse

Dressed in grey, briefcase in hand
He’s the Chase Corporation man
He’s come to knock down all your town
And build up a concrete playground

No more trees, no more grass
Wellington’s just concrete and glass
And it’s owned by the Chase Corporation

In an earthquake the glass will fall from the sky
And Mr Chase Corporation I hope you die
Chase Corporation out
Chase Corporation out
Chase Corporation out
Chase Corporation out

Rock Band

Won’t pay thirty dollars to see some manky superstar
Cos the stage is miles away but the limos not too far
Faces plastered everywhere, till next weeks craze
Just like that slag Madonna - selling sex - it pays!
Billy Idol’s got a limo, the stupid fucken git
But he says he hasn’t sold out, what a load of fucken shit!
Cash from chaos? Bollocks! Just another Judas punk
Like McLaren bigger wallets but you’re ideals suck

Rock stars - fast cars, caviars
Up your arse you rock star
Fast cars, caviars
Fucking farce
Fucking farce

Not gonna give you any of my cash
So that you can live it up - so that you can act flash
Don’t wanna know how you smash up hotels
Don’t wanna know how many groupies that you’ve had
Cos you fuck them in the wallet then you fuck them in the head!
I hate your boring love songs - I think they’re fucking stink
What about reality, can’t you even think?!

Rock stars - fast cars, caviars
Up your arse you rock star
Fast cars, caviars
Fucking farce
Fucking farce

Live Aid gave you ‘street cred’ cos your records sell more
But if you were genuine you’d give your money to the poor
Bob Geldof was the only one with any conviction
‘Cos now he’s dead broke while the rest are contradictions
But you - you’re just a parasite, Madonna, Wham and Queen
Hiding in your mansions where the suffering can’t be seen
You try to make your millions. You try and try and try
You try to make your millions. Have you got no fucking pride?

Rock stars - fast cars, caviars
Up your arse you rock star
Fast cars, caviars
Fucking farce
Fucking farce

Patricia Bartlett

You can censor all the things you want
It don’t mean nothing to me
The real danger’s insidious
It’s something you cannot see
You see the soap opera, You see them on TV
They all drive ‘round in brand new cars
And no one is ugly
They live for making money
And they get it ruthlessly
Love God? Love church?
Love adultery

You’re on the wrong track
Patricia Bartlett

The reason why some people
Are influenced easily
Is cos you train them like that
With your majestic moral majority
It’s easy to suppress something
It’s easy to be clean
But don’t be superficial
Is it easy being green
You censor sex and violence
But what really is obscene
Is the money grabbing morals
That come from my TV screen

You’re on the wrong track
Patricia Bartlett

The reason why some people
Are influenced easily
Is cos you train them like that
With your majestic moral majority
It’s easy to suppress something
It’s easy to be clean
But don’t be superficial
Is it easy being green

You’re on the wrong track
Patricia Bartlett