Favorite Album

Evil Empire is the second album from the Rage Against the Machine catalog dropping on April 16th, 1996 and got its name from the Ronald Reagan era in reference to the Soviet Union.  Evil Empire got to number one on Billboard top 200 and by 2000 it was already certified platinum 3x. The genre is rap metal and it dropped on the Epic label. Here is the tracklist:

1. “People of the Sun” 2:30
2. “Bulls on Parade” 3:49
3. “Vietnow” 4:39
4. “Revolver” 5:30
5. “Snakecharmer” 3:56
6. “Tire me” 3:00
7. “Down Rodeo” 5:20
8. “Without a Face” 3:36
9. “Wind Below” 5:50
10. “Roll Right” 4:22
11. “Year of the Boomerang” 4:02
Total length: 46:34

Albums that run less than 50 minutes and can punch you in the face the entire time you are listening to them are the best in my opinion. The first time I hear this album I was 11 and I got it from a friend who is now a huge music buff and touring with some underground bands from Portland, Oregon. Anyway ever since I heard it the first time it’s been my favorite album of all time. When it starts out with “People of the Sun” you are instantly hooked right in by the hooks and Tom Morello’s guitar riffs. “Bulls on Parade” gives you an outlet to release your anger through your eardrums because when Zack sings “rally round the family, pocket full of shells” the anger behind just that line is enough to give you a voice against injustice. “Vietnow” was always the song I turned on whenever my dad would get in my face and lose it on me for being a kid “turn on the radio, nah FUCK IT!”

The rest of the tracks gave me a strange kind of peace after I listened to the first three. I looked at the first three as my go-to songs whenever I was pissed off and had no outlet to express myself. This album is unbelievable and I’ll still listen to it a few times a week. In closing here are my favorite lyrics from the Album:

Evil Empire – Bulls on Parade 1996

The microphone explodes
Shattering the molds
Either drop the hits like de la O
Or get the fuck off the commode
With the sure shot
Sure to make the body drop
Drop and don’t copy, yo
Don’t call this a co-op

Terror rains drenchin’
Quenchin’ the thirst of the power dons
That five-sided fist-a-gon
The rotten sore on the face of mother earth gets bigger
The trigger’s cold, empty your purse

Rally ’round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally ’round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally ’round the family
With a pocket full of shells
They rally ’round the family
With a pocket full of shells, come on

Weapons not food, not homes, not shoes
Not need, just feed the war cannibal animal
I walk the corner to the rubble
That used to be a library
Line up to the mind cemetery now