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Offspring: Dexter Holland, Noodles (vocals, guitar); Greg K (vocals, bass); Ron Welty (drums).
Additional personnel: Redman (rap vocals).
Recorded at NRG Studios, North Hollywood, California.
So-Cal punk outfit Offspring originally intended to give their millennial release away for free over the Internet until cooler heads prevailed at their label. Despite the derailing of this revolutionary act, CONSPIRACY OF ONE is still a win-win proposition for fans and retailers alike. Chock full of hooks and crunchy chords, the album picks up on the wacky multi-kulti vibe that first surfaced on the band's previous AMERICANA. Among the notable examples are the cowbell-heavy Latino vibe on "Original Prankster" which features a War sample and a guest vocal by rapper Redman, and the Middle Eastern-flavored rhythm track threading throughout "Living in Chaos."
Lest Offspring fans start worrying about sell-out potential, be assured that Dex and friends have packed these 13 tracks with plenty of pile-driving riffs, as evidenced by tracks like the catchy opening song "Come Out Swinging" and the triple-time tempo of "One Fine Day." Other highlights include the mosh-ready title track and the ominous "Vultures," a low-key cynical screed that treads the same shadowy path as Nirvana and Concrete Blonde. Who says the best things in life are free?
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Million Miles Away
There was a time, looking through myself
Wanting to pretend
If I escaped, I could fill myself
I don't think you can
Been far and wide
But that hole inside
Never really leaves
When I went away, what I really left
Left behind was me
It's telling me
To be on my way home
Million miles away
I can't stay
Each passing day, every passing face
Seems like such a blur
I long to be
Home, silently
Lying next to her
Just to get back, by her side is all
All I need to be
Cause I went away
But what I really left
Left behind was me
I need to be
Getting on my way home
A million miles away
Million miles away
I can't take
Conspiracy of One
Red over white
It's one last fatal scene
Brought on by someone unseen
Moving on their own
Bring on the night
And bring us all to our knees
All are gone and none agreed
One who acts alone
Nobody wins
Nobody hears us fall
Nobody wins
When it's done
Conspiracy of one
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