playlist of our new album. Completely bad-ass in everyway! Simultaneously much more pop and much more angry than anything we've done before. We're coming out of the pandemic swinging and ready to slug it out with the heavy hitters! This album is full of hope and anthems for a human race on edge of a full on revolution! We can save this world, we can come together, we can do this! Bring it on!

Freaky Deaky Octyx X Symon Says Remix

Spirit Of Man

Playlist of our new album. Completely bad-ass in everyway! Simultaneously much more pop and much more angry than anything we've done before. We're coming out of the pandemic swinging and ready to slug it out with the heavy hitters! This album is full of hope and anthems for a human race on edge of a full on revolution! We can save this world, we can come together, we can do this! Bring it on!

Break The Rules (Charli XCX Cover)

No Joke

Disrupt

Private playlist of our new album. Completely bad-ass in everyway! Simultaneously much more pop and much more angry than anything we've done before. We're coming out of the pandemic swinging and ready to slug it out with the heavy hitters! This album is full of hope and anthems for a human race on edge of a full on revolution! We can save this world, we can come together, we can do this! Bring it on!

Belly Up

Breathe Out

Nowhereland

The first record of Louis Lingg and the Bombs. This is a song for children, in french.

Am stram gram

Yes! At last! Your favourite anarchist punk band has finally recorded a christmas cover. A very misunderstood and overplayed song. A poignant song of heartbreak that perfectly expresses the emptiness and frustration of life in the 80s in southeast England. The lyrics make me think of how those Essex towns were back then. All royalties from this song are meant to go to african charities. At least that was George Micheal's wishes. I'm sure someone's found a way to steal them and Google will steal as much as they can too. Merry Christmas!

Recorded and mixed at Resonance 93 studios
Mastered by Streaky

Last Christmas - pop punk Wham cover

Favela Ninja Lyrics:

He’s a one man freedom faction - now fuck you!

Raise your glass to the caipirihna killer!

2X
Burn the green zone
burn the green zone
burn the green zone
down! Down

Verse 1
 
They’re smashin’ up my shanty town
Their throwin my shit all around
(We) need someone to take a stand
Wild impossible

Breathing in the chemicals
Burning lungs and flaking skin
Radiation seeping in
Wild Impossible

You don’t know the shit I’ve seen
You don’t know the life I’ve lived
Growing up where I grew up
Wild impossible

Drones strikes killing all my friends
SWAT teams there to kill dissent
Crushing kids who comprehend
Wild impossible

Chorus
Favela ninja make them alllllll go away
Favela ninja make them all just disappear
Favela ninja be my gheeeetto assassin
Assassin assassino. Méu salvador, amigo

Verse 2

(we're) Makin love to radio
Huddled round the stereo
Dreamin of the embryo
Get me outta here!

(This) Ain’t no place to raise a kid
Fucking system makes me sick
(I) Need someone to stop this shit
Get me outta here!

A killer coming from the left
Striking back, the fucking pigs
Justice comes in kung fu kicks
Get me outta here!

He killed until there was no rich
He freed us from a world of shit
All those kids were smart as whips
Get me outta here!

Chorus
Favela ninja make them alllllll go away
Favela ninja make them all just disappear
Favela ninja be my gheeeetto assassin
Assassin assassino. Méu salvador, amigo

Chorus
Favela ninja make them alllllll go away
Favela ninja make them all just disappear
Favela ninja be my gheeeetto assassin
Assassin assassino. Méu salvador, amigo

Favela Ninja

Chorus
C                      A7
Things that I’m sure of
      Dm        G7                C
It’s old age, sickness and death
Things that I can count on
It’s old age, sickness and death



Verse
C         Cadd9 C            C7  Fadd9
Oh that first tingle of excitement
That first light touch on the back of your neck
(She gasps) This is -- adventure
        F                 G         Gsus4o   G
The total lack of control

Chorus
Verse 2
When I’m with you, nothing’s certain
I feel you move, I’m in the moment
The taste of yer sweat, and there’s no future
Chaos, you scream my name

Chorus

Old Age Sickness And Death

Rave and Steal

Verse:
You tell me to be
A tall blitzkreig
Every goes off
tell me tell me have you
Ever seen me shoplift, pale moon light?
I'm the queen of the frozen yogurt section

What do you see in my bag?
I steal whiskey every night
Don't you touch me filthy cunt
This little punker just might bite!

Chorus:
Take me
In your arms now
cos' I'm feeling in a haze
Rave and steal! Rave and Steal!
Take me
In your arms now
'cos I'm longing for old days
Rave and Steal! Rave and Steal!

Rave And Steal

WTF
What the fuck!
Verse1

Lucky bray-ay-ay ake
For fuck's say-ay-ay ake
That shit will prolapse you

Castray-ay- ate
Cornflay-ay- akes
Cornflakes all made of skin

X2
Made of skin is so fittin'
disgusting and submittin'
We laughing and transmittin'

Sewing up the slits in it
No-one will admit to it
cuttin' the banana split

Chorus:
What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! No one wants to live in this way (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! Rectal bleed and your hair turns grey (whooooo -oooooooo)

Verse 2
I screa-ea-eam
My fee-ee-eet
My feet are turning green

My cree-ee-eem
Peni ci-i-illin
Penicillin's hard to find

Penicillin's missin'
Sun is finally settin'
Crying blood is blessin'

Bleeding from my orifice
Finger nails all smell of piss
Mumma hates the days like this
Break:

(Whoa-oh!)
Running like a spider
Greed is the divider
(Ah-ha!)

This life is a
prison system
please please pass me
A shiv to kill 'em

Scratchin' the walls
The screws all force
Themselves on us
of course!

Chorus:
What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! No one wants to live in this way (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! Rectal bleed and your hair turns grey (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck!  (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck!  (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! No one wants to live in this way (whooooo -oooooooo)
What the fuck! Rectal bleed and your hair turns grey (whooooo -oooooooo)

Happy Days (When the Sun Explodes)
Verse 1
Now the sun’s gone
Yeah, it blew up yesterday
Mass destruction
All we’ve done will fade away

Now the sun’s gone
Yeah, I’m livin’ here rent free 
Consolation
Everyone’s a refugee

Pre refrain:
La la la
Spoken word bit:
Yeah, When the sun went nova
(I) thought back to Barcelona
You could’ve been my lover

Said no to you that day
Thought I’d show restraint
What a bitter waste

Chorus X4
Happy days,
When the sun explodes
With you,
We can be together


Verse 2
Now the sun’s gone
People laugh and dance all day
Desperation
Now please spend some time with me

Now the sun’s gone
Things look better in the dark
Revelation
Is this the time for a new start?

Pre-chorus
Chorus X2

Happy Day (When The Sun Explodes)

Twitter riot

intro 

There's Smoke from the burning cars
There's broken glass spread all around
C'mon now, "The city's burning down"

The looting has started
The plasma screens are walking away
Shake it up now, "The city's burning down"

clem

The police are out there
Riot gear and beatings abound
Hey kids, "The city's burning down"

Sirens fill the air
Teargas billows across the street
Gas mask on, "the city's burning down"

Tweet tweet riot
Twitter riot babies
The world's on fire
Twitter riot yeah!

Tweet tweet riot
Twitter riot babies
The world's on fire
Twitter riot yeah!

clem

Let's man the barracades
Now history's speeding up
C'mon now "The city's burning down".

I need new Reeboks man
So break a window for me
Thank's baby "the city's burning down"

X2
Tweet tweet riot
Twitter riot babies
The world's on fire
Twitter riot yeah!

Break

One hundred and forty characters do not, a revolution make.
Police just switch off the social networks and we all go home.

oo oo whoa whoa bit! X8

X4
Tweet tweet riot
Twitter riot babies
The world's on fire
Twitter riot yeah!

Twitter Riot

Grindstone

Destroy Civilisation

We’re a hyperactive anarchist pop punk band from Paris, France. We’ve recorded two records recently (an album and an EP).  We need to get our message out there! The world situation has made the time right for anarchist rock, punk, pop and stuff! Vive la Revolution!

Note: The EP was mixed by the legendary punk producer, Steve Kravac (Blink 182, Less than Jake, 7 seconds etc.) Nice!

Going nowhere fast (new version)

Bring it on

Verse 1 :
This song is done on the bus
on the way to my job
to tell you just how I’m feeling – Feeling!

I see my life slip away
work kills a little each day
I say it’s just fucking stealing – Stealing!

You see the guy with sack?
Looks like he just broke his back
To me it seems a like a murder. – Murder!

And when finally get there
it’s with a touch of despair
As if I needed a leader – Leader!

Pre-chorus and Chorus:

And you know,
the system’s gonna come crashing down…..
Well just bring it – onnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
whoa oooooooooohhhhh oooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!

Verse 2

And by the time get home
All of my energy’s gone
I can’t even do any singing – Singing!
And when I think of my son
growing up in this shit
I tell you my eyes are stinging – stinging!
But the system is fucked,
Yeah we all know it can’t last
And I’m happy it’s falling - falling!

Yeah, I’ll help rip it down
No I won’t fuck around.
This is the start of a journey – journey!

Pre chorus and chorus:
And I feel
like I want to tear it all down
Just bring it onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!
Whooooaaaaa! Oh oh ohhhhhh!!

Break

Chorus

Bring It On

Freedom fighter whoa uh-oh!

Intro - clapping

You know we're gonna make it
All our crimes negated
You know it's all related
I don't think so

Apocalypse is coming
You this world is burning
Now all life is dying
I don't think so

Total toxic overload
Biosphere and life implodes
Society and life explodes
I don't think so

You wanna be my girlfriend?
I won't be your boyfriend
There's no point now it's the end
I don't think so

Now it's got in my head 
The idea that we're all fucked
And I think that it's right
We should give in without a fight

No, I'll never give up
No No we won't be crushed
(We'd) rather die on our feet
So we might as well all GO FOR IT!*

It's a riot this for time for sure
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh
I'm telling you what this is
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh
It's a riot this for time for sure
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh
I'm telling you what this is
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh






Everyone's got cancer
D'you wanna touch my tumour
Chemicals everywhere
I don't think so

My girlfriend wants a baby
I just think that's crazy
When this world's so shitty
I don't think so

Lost faith in humanity
Losing grip on sanity
Maybe I should drink less tea
I don't think so

The courage to raise a fist
Weak willed ecologists
Too afraid to resist
I don't think so

Now it's got in my head 
The idea that we're all fucked
And I think that it's right
We should give in without a fight

No, I'll never give up
I'm sure we've still got a chance
(We'd) rather die on our feet
So we might as well all GO FOR IT!

Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!!!!

It's a riot this for time for sure
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh
I'm telling you what this is
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh
It's a riot this for time for sure
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh
I'm telling you what this is
It's a freedom fighter - whoa - ohh

Solo

Freedom Fighter

Louis Lingg and the Bombs doing a cover of the classic Crocodile God pop punk song for the upcoming Crocodile God tribute album. Featuring the awesome Venetian Snares / Doormouse break that's been begging to be used for ages!

On my own by Crocodile God Louis Lingg version

You feel hopeless. You feel the glitches accumulate in your brain. You feel the persistant push of wi-fi signals and bluetooth radiation pushing through your defences. Nothing feels real anymore, and you scream as alternative facts are pummelled through your eyelids through pervasive media propagation networks. Roots spreading through your immune system. Alienated white noise and cries for help fill the landscape around you. You clench your fist. The love you feel is real. No one can take that from you or reduce it in anyway. Love is the first step to the resistance.
credits
releases April 2, 2018 

Songs by Louis Lingg and the Bombs 
Recorded and mixed by Joshua Hudes 
Mastered by Barry Gardener 
Cover art by Aurelia Folch (strangerwolf.com) 
Design by Arno Life

Onigiri

This is our cover of Pansy Division's Luv Luv Luv. We love Pansy Division but instead of covering Dick of Death or any of their excellent punk songs, we chose the country one! Obviously, we're all over the place in this recording but that's really the lo-fi style ya'll... and it's fun! Freely downloadable for all you country punk queercore fans!
A not very essential addition to any Pansy Division tribute album (but we'd be happy if it was!)

Luv Luv Luv (Pansy Division cover)

The world's first AI augmented pop punk record! Yeah! 

The songs were generated with an AI system so they're all a little similar. This is still, (in 2019), the most fun sounding AI record ever made! Boom! Enjoy!

You can generate infinite amounts of your own songs at any length at Muzeek’s website. Just sign up here and generate some music for free: app.muzeek.co#/signup 

“We wanted to do this to show that AI is not only about generative techno, electro or avant-garde classical music. The most visceral music with a human touch can also be fun to do with this tech. We wanted to prove that it’s possible to create songs that can touch you and move you with this new technology.” 

Josh from the band explains “There have been other attempts to create musical AI projects over the years like Skygge who had elements of the instruments generated automatically and manually composed the rest or Dadabots who take only the best few minutes from days of generated audio. For our project, we wanted every single unique song generation that the computer spits out to be totally listenable with real lyrics and vocals, A world first!” 

“It can seem a bit of a gimmick for the casual listener because the songs the computer generates are a little too similar to each other sometimes but having an an automatic, intelligent music arranger/producer can literally save days of work for someone who wants music to fit perfectly with their videos, this is the true power of the system. You can go to the Muzeek website and generate infinite pop-punk to whatever length you want.” 

“Writing this song was a challenge but it felt natural to us as computer literate musicians. It’s like creating a sculpture compared with a two dimensional painting. Every musical decision that takes place has to take into account the project as a whole as we never knew what the finished songs would be until the computer started generating them! Other artists should try this as it pushes the creative envelope and we came up with some melodies we never would have thought of normally.” 

“One important thing to note is that we recorded this song in our rehearsal studio with minimal equipment, in our spare time. The advances we’ve made in AI music are mostly to do with the fact that we come from Paris at a time when AI based technology is becoming a widespread phenomenon here. In the future, I can already imagine that artists all over the world will have to include at least one AI augmented project with every major release so fans can have the perfect, unique song for them and their needs. We could be heading for crazy times!" 

You can generate your own songs at Muzeek’s website. Just sign up here and generate some music for free: www.getmuzeek.com

She's Gone Again

Now And Then

Where's My Dopamine?

Louis Lingg and the Bombs are goddamn punk-rock-garage-pop-anarcho saviours of the 2 and half minute pop song. The bombs they throw are musical, they come from Paris (they could only come from Paris!) and they’ll grab you and demand your instant attention. Their sound is a mix of ultra-political anarchic punk rock and fizzing children’s nursery rhyme riot-pop. Laced with so much energy and a whole sonic attack of chaos and fizzy energy, they throw a crazy live party. They could start a riot in a phone box and regularly blow up little bars with pop Molotovs and bang bang boom boom punk rock energy!

Louis Lingg and the Bombs

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