The Hips, 'She's Comin' Up' - by N.L. Belardes

The driving bass; the wheels are spinning. Guitars catch an edge and a voice sings in a short phrase of song. The car steers a corner and the driving bass and rhythm crash along. Three men pour from the car in the darkness, guns drawn, and smash into the scene with guns blazing. The night is a howl of screams and flashes. The music forces itself back into its wheel-spinning drive and takes you to the next level, more sounds, more screams, more pain. The gunfire ends, the quietness is filled with song, with the click of steel and the crunch of bullet casings underfoot. A bass carries you, and guitars rip along the silence and builds with the clangs of symbols until the guitars themselves become a melodic and distorted scream, wailing into the darkness. Car doors close. Faces are hidden. The car speeds away.

That’s me writing in 3:47 seconds to my favorite song by the Hips, titled, She’s Coming Up. It’s on their ten song cd that’s part live, part studio punk song thrash anthem to the dirty side of music creativity. Go listen.

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