Iron Man Records – Online Shop
January 14, 2013
The Iron Man shop sells Punk, Dub, Rock, Metal, Acoustic and Alternative music on CD, Vinyl, DVD, and Video. The shop also stocks books, comic books and rare or hard to find items.
I only sell what I listen to, I like, and I recommend. Every item is brand new and undamaged, no second hand or damaged goods.
Try it, you might like what you find. http://stores.ebay.co.uk/Iron-Man-Shop
The War That Doesn’t Exist
November 28, 2012
Bush to the left of them
Blair to the right
Into the valley of death
Drove the 5,000
In a great cloud of dust
Into the jaws of Hell
“There’s not to reason
Or ask of them why
There’s is to do and to die”
After all that has gone
There’s no turning back
For a Suicidal Cavalry Attack
Who wants to be the last one to die?
In a war that already is lost
Who wants to be the last one to die?
In a war that doesn’t exist
Two steps forward
Then three steps back
For a line that was drawn on a map
“Into the valley
Of the shadow of death”
The loved ones who’ll never come back
Where are they now?
The posters that read
“This country ….is at war”
Lost in a conflict
That history will judge
A Suicidal Cavalry Attack
Who wants to be the last one to die?
In a war that already is lost
Who wants to be the last one to die?
In a war that doesnt exist
Death still rains down
On the villages and towns
Civilians burned in their homes
They’ll take you away
If you stand up and say
The names of the “Glorious Dead”
Those that come back
Shoot themselves in the head
With the trauma of what they have seen
What does it take
To call them all back from this
Suicidal Cavalry Attack
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Captain Of My Soul
October 20, 2012
I am the Captain of my soul
I am the master of my fate
And I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming home
They’ll send you to hell, with a habit of mind
They’ll make you a monster, with a habit of mind
They’ll force you to stand, it’s a habit of mind
And the sound of the shot, is just a habit of mind
They’ll put you away, with a habit of mind
The sleight of the hand, is a habit of mind
They’ll say that you’re crazy, with a habit of mind
They’ll burn you alive, with a habit of mind
They’ll keep you awake with a habit of mind
They’ll turn you around make you sleep to the light
They’ll order the shot, when you put up your hands
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mind
If there’s a hell, its a habit of mine
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Leper Colony
October 20, 2012
Open the gate to the Leper Colony
To a catalogue of quarantined ideas
Where the one eyed madmen are imprisoned by the blind
To the open sore beneath a concrete sky
Open the gate
Open the gate
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the place of all lost causes
To the death of dreams, to the road that goes nowhere
To the drone of traffic passing by outside
And the rubbish sacks melting in the sun
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate
Open the gate to a thousand unknown faces
That hide behind a thousand different masks
Where you become a stranger to yourself
In the cattle truck at the end of the line
Open your mind
Open your mind
Open the gate to the prison of your mind
To the hanging room of your imagination
To the death of meaning and all that went before
You’re a dead man walking, to the wall.
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open the gate to the last Leper Colony
Open your mind, its the last Leper Colony
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
The Walls
October 20, 2012
The fucking walls
They’re closing in
They Draw the lines
Around my mind
Did you see that?
Make it stop
The fucking walls
The fucking walls
The fucking walls
They keep us in
No one is free
You’re one of them
I hear the voice
Inside my head
The fucking walls
The fucking walls
We’re fucking lost
The dead walk
They know your name
And your address
They turn you cold
With Loneliness
The fucking walls
The fucking walls
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Last Under The Sun – Hooligan Jihad 5 song CD EP released 23rd November 2012
August 30, 2012
Last Under The Sun – Hooligan Jihad 5 song CD EP (Released through Iron Man Records, Birmingham 5th September 2012)
The band has been described as “Fast Chaotic Hardcore Punk Rock” from Birmingham England. Last Under The Sun includes members of Police Bastard, Jilted Generation and Lokey.
- Review from Ryan’s Gig Guide October 2012
Buy Hooligan Jihad CD EP here: http://stores.ebay.co.uk/Iron-Man-Shop
Mark Badger – Vocals / Guitar
Seano Porno – Vocals / Guitar
Hassan Sabbah – Bass
Vic Flange – Drums
Recorded, Mixed, Produced and Mastered by Simon Reeves at Framework Recording Studios, Musoplex, Birmingham, England between July and August 2010
The press kit including what people have said about the band so far is here: http://www.sonicbids.com/lastunderthesun
The band have a website here: http://www.reverbnation.com/lastunderthesun
Free full download of tracks available here: http://lastunderthesun.bandcamp.com/
Discography:
“All Agents Defect” 30 song Demo 2001 (Digital Download only on Last.FM)
“Windfall” 8 Song Album recorded 2001 released May 2004 (Iron Man Records)
“All Empires Crumble” 5 song EP recorded 2004 released May 2005 (Iron Man Records)
“Gone” 17 Song Album recorded Sept 2005 released 2010 (Iron Man Records)
“Hooligan Jihad” 5 song EP recorded August 2010 released 2011 (Iron Man Records) as digital download only.
“Hooligan Jihad” 5 song CD EP recorded August 2010 released 2012 (Iron Man Records)
Reviews worth mentioning:
Hooligan Jihad reviewed by:
Hooligan Jihad played by:
Old Man and Bitter Girl Podcast 74
Videos
The Devil’s Masquerade
August 30, 2012
In the darkness of street light
I can see in infra red
I can feel a million insect wings
Beating in my head
“Don’t believe the human eye
In sunlight or in shade
This shadow show of sight and sense
Is a Devil’s Masquerade”
When there’s nothing but hell to pay
Know that no one will speak to you
Their friendship is a lie
To them you’re another fool
As you watch you life go by
Do anything you want
You can’t take the money with you
It’s a Devil’s Masquerade
Hand over Hand as you climb under the sky
Here no one can see you, or try to bring you down
Forgotten by the world, as the traffic thunders by
You life has no more meaning than the water dripping down
Hanging from the bridge, hanging from the bridge, Hanging from the bridge
The Hospitals are full, debt is what your worth
Hanging from the bridge, from the towers of the damned
Hand over hand, you climb under the sky
From the towers of the damned, cast out the hate inside their minds
Forgotten by the world, as the traffic passes by
Life has no more meaning than the water dripping down
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Fuk Reddin – Punk Festival 24th, 25th, 26th August 2012
August 8, 2012
Fuk Reddin
24th, 25th, 26th August 2012
at The Grosvenor, 17 Sidney Road, London, SW9 0TP
United Kingdom
Tel: 020 7738 4567
www.thegrosvenorsw9.co.uk
Friday 24th August
Short Bus Window Lickers
Flowers of Flesh and Blood
Flatpig
Rash Decision
Mass Murderers
Luv Dump
Low Rollers
Pig
Saturday 25th August
Sick On The Bus
Meinhof
Necroriser
Facehandle
Agnosy
Spat
Noise Complaint
Cavity Search
Sunday 26th August
Autonomads
Headjam
Blatoidea
Brutal Regime
Last Under The Sun
The Dirty Rotten Scoundrels
Pro Publico Bono
Skets
Doors 5pm
Weekend Tickets £20
Kill Generation
June 21, 2012
Hand them a mobile to say their goodbyes
To their loved ones at home that they’re leaving behind
Force them to fight for a line in the sand
A “Kill Generation” with a gun in their hand
War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire
No god can give you unquestionable rights
Belief is no basis for intelligent life
A guilt ridden grin showing white rotten teeth
A War of attrition fed by greed and deceipt
War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire
Kill Generation
Kill Generation
Kill Generation
You sold our sons for the lowest price
An Upturned vehicle from a homemade device
Build them new limbs, teach them to walk
Hide them away but don’t let them talk
War Crime, War Crime
It started with a handshake
But now you’re on fire
Victims remember what you did with a lie
Picking through charred remains of their lives
Where are your gods and your masters now
Victims remember. It’s a long way down.
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Death on Credit
June 21, 2012
Join the “Cult of Amateur” here
Selfish, Malignant, inducer of greed
Infested with thousands, the fields are alive
Open your eyes
Take a good look
At the yellowing crust
You’re stuck on a hook
The Spread of the rot
There’s plague on this land
Bring out your dead
A thousand wired networks corrupting the grid
Insatiable swarm of digital grubs
Encrusting the ploughshare, destroying the crop
Open your eyes
Take a good look
At the yellowing crust
You’re stuck on a hook
The Spread of the rot
There’s plague on this land
Bring out your dead
Bring out your dead
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
The song of the rats, leaving the sinking ship
What will you do when the money runs out?
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
The frozen gates of hell, at last, swing open
A spark of hope, the blink of a madman
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Strung from a hook, locked in a block of ice
Condemned to a death by a thousand cuts
Death on Credit, Death On Credit
Condemned to a death by a thousand cuts
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Death’s Rifles
June 21, 2012
No response to the order
Nothing can make you answer them
No Acceptance of the paper
No Signature or mark
Stood motionless
Arms crossed with bowed heads
Not the aim of Death’s Rifles
Will ever make them work
The world is a step outside
A grey sunless prison
You could drop where you stand
No one made it out of here alive
To the mines or the marshland
Where the wild cherry grows
Not the aim of Death’s Rifles
Could ever make us work
It’s all in your mind
All in your mind
Not the freezing of the skin
Or the cut of the razor
Not the line of shallow graves
Waiting in the cold
Beneath a halo of hissing insects
And all the summer knows
Not the aim of Death’s rifles
Could ever make us work
The world is a step outside
A grey sunless prison
You could drop where you stand
No one made it out of here alive
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Faaacebook
June 21, 2012
They outlawed our kind
We took to the hills
The forest of never be found
At night we sit beneath a starlit sky
Is this the meaning of Free?
What Kind of plan takes the food from their hands
Expects us to do as they say
We’ll fight to the death until the last man down
Ideas cannot die?
Learn the maze, stay on the screen
Only take what they give you for free
Borders are not for keeping you out
They’re for keeping the slaves inside
Sign up today, all they want is a name
How much will it cost you to play?
People will one day return to this place
Take the company down
But, you play on the screen, you want it for free
You do anything just to be seen
Learn the maze, share it for free
Only take what they give you for free
Faaacebook
Chaos, mayhem
“The Sun will shine down
on your enemy
Which is everybody”
Words will be lost forever
Ideas forgotten
They’ll fill you with nothing
They’ll take all your time
How long will it take for the barbed wire to break
For the walls to be smashed to the ground
You play on the Screen, Entertainment for free
How much is the true cost of free?
“The Sun will shine down
On your enemy
Which is everybody
Like Flowers”
Like Flowers
You play on the screen
You take it for free
How much does it cost
The true cost of free?
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun
Hooligan Jihad
June 21, 2012
50 Dogs, Broken Burner
Freezing Squat, No Light
Hooligan Jihad
Gender Terror, Ice Cream
Hand-woven, Vegan Kitchen
Hooligan Jihad
Broken Sink, Plum Vodka
Pedal Power, Banana Wine
Hooligan Jihad
Hooligan………………………Jihad
You can’t play crust in fucking flip-flops…..
You ruined my crust dream with your fucking flip-flops….
Hey Mark…let’s go buy kuemmerling…..one hit….coma
Hooligan Jihad
Hooligan Jihad
Hoo -Li -Gan -Ji -Had
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – Hooligan Jihad CD
Beautane
June 21, 2012
One Last prayer to the god of despair
(no going home, there’s nowhere to go)
one more drop for the firing squad
(youre up to the wall, up to the wall)
the shot will stop you dead on the spot
all i hear, the railway lines, how many years will it take
nothing but the long slow drop
(no turning back, its all going black)
how deep will you go, into the hole
(into the hole, youre into the hole)
huddled masses, cold in the dark
all i see, the black and white, flickering screen of despair
the sun burns down, on a desert world
nothing but concrete and waste
i see it all, i see it all, through a can of butane
money buys, all you dont need,
a stab in the back for your greed
i see it all, i see it all, i see all time stands still
I’m beautiful, so beautiful, with a can of beau-tane
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – Hooligan Jihad CD
Gone
June 21, 2012
Today could be a good day
Today could be our last day
You never know your time to die
My days are spent far underground
Away from infra red and gunsights
They’ll never find us here
Ill put them back
Ill put them back into the ground
The trees keep me invisible
No human eye will ever find me
I wont come quietly
There are no devils in these hearts
But their actions cannot pass me
I’ll take them one by one
Ill put them back
I’ll put them back into the ground
Ill put them back
Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – Hooligan Jihad CD
