5) Godlike (Doglike mix): It may not be the most complex song in the world, but in my mind it is the epitome of the “KMFDM formula”. I nice, thick repetitive beat. Raspy politically driven lyrics. Saucy female vocal parts. A wild guitar solo thrown in. German lyrics. These elements make KMFDM.
4) A Drug Against War: Another prime example of what KMFDM is made of. The lead guitar riff matched with the repetitive chorus is enough to make anyone want to riot; simple and effective. Plus, the video made entirely of animated versions of the band's trademark artwork by BRUTE! only pushes the track further into your memory. This is the song (and video) that made KMFDM much more than just another industrial band. This is the track that made them legendary. “…kill everything…kill everything”.
3) Juke-Joint Jezebel: This is the first KMFDM track I ever heard on the radio, and I’m sure it’s one of the bands’ biggest singles (it supposedly appeared in an episode of Beverly Hills 90210 for fucks sake). Now that I’m thinking about it, this is the first song that really got me started on my way towards obsessing over the band for 2-3 years and buying everything they’ve ever made (it’s also the first KMFDM shirt I ever bought). Juke-Joint Jezebel may just be KMFDM’s catchiest song. If the chorus doesn’t stick in your head for at least an hour, check your pulse, cuz you might be dead.
2) Waste: This track will kick your ass up and down the street. The beat and guitar riff are the heaviest of the heavy, and the bands decision that it would be a good idea to bombard the listener with barrages of acidic static and white noise add to the intensity of the song. And you know what? I love every minute of it. I’ve always especially adored Abby Travis’ feisty vocal parts that start around the two minute mark. Her contribution is probably my favorite part, and the reason this track is #2.
1) Dogma: Hands down, my favorite KMFDM track of all time (and the first KMFDM song I ever heard, ever). F.M. Einheit’s whip-cracks…Nicole Blackman’s venomous spoken word…the angry feel of the chorus…they all make for a menacing song. Simplicity has always been KMFDM’s secret weapon. Here, you can feel the bitter, angry energy bubbling under the surface, just waiting to explode. It’s viciousness you can tap your foot to.
I dig the lyrics to this song so much, I posted them after the video.
All we want is a headrush
All we want is to get out of our skin for a while
We have nothing to lose because we don't have anything
Anything we want anyway...
We used to hate people
Now we just make fun of them
It's more effective that way
We don't live
We just scratch on day to day
With nothing but matchbooks and sarcasm in our pockets
And all we are waiting for is for something worth waiting for
Let's admit America gets the celebrities we deserve
Let's stop saying "Don't quote me" because if no one quotes you
You probably haven't said a thing worth saying
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
We all just want to die a little bit
We fear that pop-culture is the only culture we're ever going to have
We want to stop reading magazines
Stop watching T.V.
Stop caring about Hollywood
But we're addicted to the things we hate
We don't run Washington and no one really does
Ask not what you can do for your country
Ask what your country did to you
The only reason you're still alive is because someone
Has decided to let you live
We owe so much money we're not broke we're broken
We're so poor we can't even pay attention
So what do you want?
You want to be famous and rich and happy
But you're terrified you have nothing to offer this world
Nothing to say and no way to say it
But you can say it in three languages
You are more than the sum of what you consume
Desire is not an occupation
You are alternately thrilled and desperate
Skyhigh and fucked
Let's stop praying for someone to save us and start saving ourselves
Let's stop this and start over
Let's go out - let's keep going
This is your life - this is your fucking life
We need something to kill the pain of all that nothing inside
Quit whining you haven't done anything wrong because frankly
You haven't done much of anything
Someone's writing down your mistakes
Someone's documenting your downfall
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