IN PARIS THEY GOB ON MAIN STREET
Preconceptions will be shattered: the above lines are drawn from the first single of a French punk-rock group, Metal Urbain, translated into English by me. Ahem. Yes, the refined, cultured and oh so sophistiqué French get off on an energy fix just like you!
IN PARIS THEY GOB ON MAIN STREET
Or, French Punk: Does It Exist, And Why?
Norbert Sparrow
“You aim at the president/explode his face /red red/red and black/deflated doll/panik/ murder.. .panik/murder. . .panik/anarchy!”
“Panik”—Metal Urbain
Preconceptions will be shattered: the above lines are drawn from the first single of a French punk-rock group, Metal Urbain, translated into English by me. Ahem. Yes, the refined, cultured and oh so sophistiqué French get off on an energy fix just like you! No, they haven’t been definitively transported to never-never land by the Pink Floyd and their techno-rock cohorts. Yes, they do have balls.