Friday, April 17, 2009

Furious Styles - Life Lessons

Furious Styles - Life Lessons
There are two male teachers in the elementary school I teach at. Both dress differently than you’d expect an elementary school teacher to dress. One dons baggy, hip-hop style clothing and looks eerily similar to Kevin Federline. The other routinely forgets to comb his hair in the morning before school and wears a small shirt and slim-fitting jeans to work at least twice a week. Both have visible tattoos that they don’t bother covering up. John and I are two different guys and have two different teaching styles. One is the hip-hop guy and the other is the emo/indie/alternative/etc. guy and most could no doubt tell the difference just by looking at us. Ironically enough, our classroom personalities mirror our respective tastes.

Going with the theme of aesthetics, bandana guys in oversized sports jerseys shouting hardcore is something I’ve never really had an appreciation for. It makes enough sense; both styles are often gritty and intensely lyrical at their core. It just doesn’t look or sound right though. Kind of like John at a Black Cross show spitting the words of Rob Pennington back in his face. It’s amusing for a few minutes, but more awkward the longer he’s there.

Furious Styles are the latest to try and bring the street to the suburbs. Once the initial thought of “Wow, these dudes are rapping over bro-core” gets by you, Furious Styles comes off as Rob Van Winkle pretending to be Freddy Cricien. On “Unfadeable”, a track that sounds like a cross between the early work of Saliva and something you might hear at a DARE concert, the band tries to capture the essence of both genres and clumsily trips over an unnecessary guitar solo and ridiculously masculine rhyming on its way to the end of the cut. Credit Furious Styles for trying to be innovative in a staling hardcore scene at least (if you can call modifying a horrible late 90s trend being innovative). The ultimate death of Life Lessons is that the hip-hop undermines the hardcore to the point of near farce. Proving once again, just because you can do something doesn’t mean that you necessarily should.

Born On The Outside Lyrics



Born an outcast I walk through life without no other. Where it seems that all my hopes and dream continue to smother and disappear. Can't tell if this is part of the plan. The damage is done. Suppose to help me bea better man. As an ooutcast I found my place among the gutter. Among the hopeless.

The unloved. Where all we got is each other just a kid with a mission. With a plan that I could rise and conquer this world and take the crown for any man. I don't test I'm bred to fight without conscience don't stress the outcome because there ain't no contest. Don't rest, don't sleep because these eyes are watching you slip. We creep and you end up rotting. Six feet eternity.
Hate is all that guides me. Left morals with my hope about 24 years back behind me I've seen a lot of things but these jaded ain't ain't blinded. And now it's time to conquer. If you're about it stand beside me. Outlast! We fight 'til we die. When It's all said and done we're the ones to survive. You can't kill the spirit. The hear that's inside, beat down and battle scarred.

We rise 'til the deminse. Outcast! We live to defy. Nothing to lose so we fight for the prize. You can't kill the spirit, the hear that's inside. Beat down and battle scarred we rise 'til demise born on the outside committed to free though. An open mind I walk the path less traveled. A path for those who ain't blinded by the fear that lives in the hearts of mankind. Out to get mind in a world of hard times. Born a rebel, can't help but break rules and cross lines what I have ain't enough. I want more so I fight and climb to the top of the world.

I continue to rise a survivor in life. I break all chains that bind so I won't go insane I must learn from mistakes. I must continue to grow through change say what's on my mind. Don't ever hesitate, don't apologize for nothin' but learn from mistakes. Sometimes learnin' the hard way through the worlds made me bitter and so full of anger and rage. I speak these words to wash away my pain and lift the worlds weight off my shoulders and gain the proper knowledge to maintain a righteous frame of mind 'til last days. So here I stand undefeated.
A lowlife unloved and mistreated. Born to lost but still I rise to my feet and overcome until my heart stops beating. I chose the path I want. There's no turning back. Always on the offense, planning my next attack. I stay focused keep my mind on track. And I'll keep fighting 'til the day my world fades black.

Furious Styles Lyrics

Furious Styles Lyrics

Ain't Gotta Lie To Kick It

In this life I expect to be let down. Won't let it hold me back. Look up to no one from now on. Heroes. 

A thing of the past. No love for phonies and fakes. I refuse to look for guidance from you. Only hate is all I have left in me I'm comin' through with the truth. No love for you! No fronts. Just truth! Throughout you life. 
Your heroes turn to shit. No truth spoken. Their worlds so hypocritical. With each let down I fuel the fire of my rage. It gives me strength to fight. Another day. A Fake Front. No way to live your Life. I only spit truth until the day i die. I'll never turn my back. Forever built to last. We're takin' over and you're a thing of the past. You're a thing of the past!

Sunday, April 12, 2009

Furious Styles on Youtube

Furious Styles "Shatterproof"