Genesis Owusu continue de muter, de casser les cadres, de déconstruire tout ce qu’on croyait figé. Avec Death Cult Zombie, sorti pile pour Halloween via OURNESS, le Ghanéen-Australien balance un morceau qui groove comme un rituel vaudou, mais qui frappe comme un pamphlet politique emballé dans des éclats de fun(k).
Death Cult Zombie, un son funk-punk qui brûle tout sur son passage
C’est dansant, électrique, possédé. C’est un cri de guerre déguisé en tube.
Et ça doit se chanter fort, très fort parce que c’est exactement ce que le morceau raconte : comment on devient des zombies à force de gober des vérités toutes faites. C’est d’ailleurs très marrant parce que je suis en train de lire le club des punks contre l’apocalypse zombie de
DEATH CULT ZOMBIE
Death cult zombie
Feed on your mind
He say jump, you ready falling in line
Death cult zombie
Think too hard and you bleed
Come and get me, I won’t live on my knees
I live here so why you following me
Mr master race, but still no GED
Burning in the sun and looking British in the teeth
Big chomper, ah ah ah ah ah
Got your little taste
Kinky little boy, want him to put you in your place
Watch the world burn with a smile on your face
Fear in your flesh, you so scared to be replaced
Think you a future billionaire but your future’s being erased
Death cult zombie
Feed on your mind
He say jump, you ready falling in line
Death cult zombie
Think too hard and you bleed
Come and get me, I won’t
Fuck round, find out,
You a zombie now,
Fuck round, find out,
You a zombie now
Oo ah ah ah ah, think you down with a sickness
I tiki torch a klansman while I stare down a witness
Andrew Tate pod while you working your fitness
Still can’t figure out why you can’t get any women
Me, I been chilling
Uno card dealing
Coulda turned out better if your dad showed you some feeling
Need a hug, you been deprived
Beat my chest, I still revive
Need to burn a future so your incel ass can feel alive, you
Death cult zombie
Feed on your mind
He say jump, you ready falling in line
Death cult zombie
Think too hard and you bleed
Come and get me, I won’t live on my knees
Death cult, woo
Death cult, woo
Fuck round, find out
You a zombie now
Fuck round, find out
You a zombie now
Home alone 2, of course I’m seeing the Tory
Leave me Orange Man, let me enjoy my McCauley
That hobo look like Jesus but you spit on his wit
You treat your bible like a weapon, you aint reading that shit
Can’t believe we let the whole world get turned by Hank Hill looking motherfuckers,
Bobbies on the block till a Redcorn suffers
Traded white sheets for the blue life colours
Milk of the land been shuttered,
Pierced dry fruitless udders,
Wind still sings me lullas,
Hope in the heart still utters,
Still free palestine my brother, ‘bout that you won’t catch me stutter
Death cult zombie
Death cult zombie
Death cult zombie
You stupid motherfucker, you a
Death cult zombie
Death cult zombie
Death cult zombie
You stupid motherfucker, you a
Death cult zombie
Death cult zombie
Death cult zombie
Big chomper
No culture war when there’s bombing at your feet. It’s not left and right, it’s up and down.
