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Foo Fighters: Foo Fighters

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Label: Roswell Records
Released: 1995.06.04
Time:
 44:24
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): See Artists...
Rating: *****...... (5/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.foofighters.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2009.11.05
Price in €: 2,00





 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] This Is a Call (D.Grohl) - 3:53
[2] I'll Stick Around (D.Grohl) - 3:53
[3] Big Me (D.Grohl) - 2:12
[4] Alone + Easy Target (D.Grohl) - 4:05
[5] Good Grief (D.Grohl) - 4:01
[6] Floaty (D.Grohl) - 4:30
[7] Weenie Beenie (D.Grohl) - 2:45
[8] Oh, George (D.Grohl) - 3:00
[9] For All the Cows (D.Grohl) - 3:30
[10] X-Static (D.Grohl) - 4:13
[11] Wattershed (D.Grohl) - 2:15
[12] Exhausted (D.Grohl) - 5:47

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Dave Grohl - Guitar, Vocals, Producer
William Goldsmith - Drums, Producer
Nate Mendel - Bass, Producer
Pat Smear - Guitar, Producer

Greg Dulli - Guitar

Barrett Jones - Producer
Steve Culp - Engineer
Tom Rothrock - Mixing
Rob Schnapf - Mixing
Stephen Marcussen - Mastering
Jaq Chartier - Paintings
Curt Doughty - Photography
Tim Gabor - Art Direction, Design
Charles Peterson - Photography
Jeff Ross - Photography
Jennifer Youngblood - Photography, Cover Photo

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s

1995 LP Roswell 34027
1995 CD Roswell 34027
1995 CS Roswell 34027
1995 CD RCA 55496
2007 CD Sony 35129

Recorded at Robert Lang's Studio in Seattle, October 17th - 23rd 1994.

Dave Grohl's opening post-Nirvana salvo, FOO FIGHTERS seemsmerely ordinary only in the wake of the historic, sweetly abrasive sensations that his previous band was famous for. Full of both lilting summer-breeze melodies and search-and-destroy guitar blasts, it helps present the case that Grohl's punk-pop blueprint just might be as forward-minded as Kurt Cobain's was, if slightly less grungy and a bit more blue-collar. Arriving at its destination by coupling pure '60's guitar-pop with the hyperkinetic pace of hardcore, FOO FIGHTERS takes most of its song-hooks for a joyous high-speed ride.Tracks such as the prankster-ish kiss-off, "This Is A Call", and the meditative-but-bitter "Good Grief" are perfect popnuggets, with turbo-jet guitars propelling them. There are brief respites from such reckless rolling: the glammy verse-chorus-bridge of "Alone + Easy Target", the near-folky "For All The Cows", the sweetly Squeeze-like "Big Me". Yet, theseare only refueling stops for Grohl (who recorded most of the album alone) before he turns the engines back on and blowsthrough alterna-pop's speed limits. Named after UFO-likeapparitions that U.S. fighter pilots claimed to have seen during World War II, FOO FIGHTERS chooses to ignore Grohl's tumultous real-life connections (there are few, if any, kiss-and-tell lyrics) in favour of establishing a separate musical identity. It's as though the songwriter felt there was little of Planet Nirvana worth rehashing, and decided to find anew (if similar) musical satellite to call his own.



Essentially a collection of solo home recordings by Dave Grohl, Foo Fighters' eponymous debut is a modest triumph. Driven by big pop melodies and distorted guitars, Foo Fighters do strongly recall Nirvana, only with a decidedly lighter approach. If Kurt Cobain's writing occasionally recalled John Lennon, Dave Grohl's songs are reminiscent of Paul McCartney — they're driven by large, instantly memorable melodies, whether it's the joyous outburst of "This Is a Call" or the gentle pop of "Big Me." That doesn't mean Grohl shies away from noise; toward the end of the record, he piles on several thrashers that make more sense as pure aggressive sound than as songs. Since he recorded the album by himself, they aren't as powerful as most band's primal sonic workouts, but the results are damn impressive for a solo musician. Nevertheless, they aren't as strong as his fully formed pop songs, and that's where the true heart of the album lies. Foo Fighters has a handful of punk-pop gems that show, given the right musicians and songwriters, the genre had not entirely become a cliché by the middle of the '90s.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine - All Music Guide



Assuming former Nirvana drummer Dave Grohl dreads the thought of forever being known as "the guy from Kurt Cobain's band," the last thing he'd want to hear is that the debut album from his new band Foo Fighters sounds much like one from the deceased duke of grunge. Unfortunately, Nirvana comparisons are not only inevitable, they're bound to consume the dialog surrounding his quartet entirely. Perhaps it was unavoidable osmosis: Grohl, Foo Fighters' lead singer-guitarist, wrote most of these tunes during breaks from beat-keeping for his former band leader. It's natural that Cobain's knack for balancing hard and fast with musical and melodic would wear off on Grohl, as well as on bandmates Pat Smear (who also played with Nirvana), William Goldsmith, and Nate Mendel (both of Seattle's Sunny Day Real Estate). Grohl even unveils vocal cords that tread lightly on Cobain's gorgeous growl. Of course, many Nirvana-be's have tried to capture Cobain & Co.'s teen spirit, and all failed; that Foo Fighters succeed in creating a powerful heavy rock album that's neither noisy nor stale is a measured accomplishment in its own right. So bask in the familiar neo-garage punk (a.k.a. grunge) of "I'll Stick Around," "Oh, George," and "Good Grief," because we certainly won't hear anything from the style's originator in the near future. And, who knows, you might even be surprised by Grohl's own pop chops on the mellow Byrds-like folk rock "Big Me" and catchy rave-up "This Is a Call." The Foo Fighters prove that even if you can't go home again, it sure is comfortable hanging out next door.

Roni Sarig - Amazon.com



Ausverkauf der Apokalypse oder Neuanfang? David Grohl ist nicht zu beneiden. Der Nirvana-Schlagzeuger entschloß sich nach Kurt Cobains Freitod, selbst Songs zu schreiben und gründete die Foo Fighters - benannt nach mysteriösen Lichtkugeln, die US-Piloten im Zweiten Weltkrieg für Nazi-Geheimwaffen hielten. Vom rechten Gedankengut hält die Band zwar nichts, aber von radikaler Power: Viele Songs sind stahlharte Hymnen mit genußvoll verzerrten Gitarren, die auch bei Nirvana nicht unangenehm aufgefallen wären. History Repeats Itself ... ** Klang.: 01-02

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The first post-Nirvana project, Dave Grohl's Foo Fighters, is perhaps the most anticipated album of the year. You've got to give Grohl credit for any musical attempt under the intense microscopic scrutiny he's blessed/cursed with, nevermind the bravery necessary to step up from behind the drums to the microphone, and the boldness to play all the instruments himself. Grohl not only doesn't embarraas himself, but Foo Fighters is an artistic success and a significant and logical Nirvana-outgrowth. Some of these songs, many of which were written several years ago before Nirvana was plunged into the pool of superstardom, have strong lyrics, melodies and angst reminiscent of, if not inspired by, Grohl's late bandmate (''Alone + Easy Target," "I'll Stick Around," "Oh, George"). A few songs travel down very different paths: forceful metallic riffage on "Wattershed" and ''Weenie Beenie,'' and a modern update on '60s Love/Kinks jangle in ''Big Me.'' Grohl pushes grunge beyond its standard form on the album's most impressive moments, as on "Floaty" and the aptly-titled album-closer "Exhausted," whose dreamy/dreary verses ride on layers and layers of guitar and distortion, and the spirited, upbeat quirkiness of "This Is A Call." Foo Fighters is an album loaded with catchy singles that will be enjoyed again and again; there's no denying that it's going be a Foo Fighters summer.

Eric Watford - CMJ.com
 

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This Is A Call

visiting is pretty
visiting is good
seems that all they ever wanted was a brother

this can be a secret
we can keep it good
even all the ever wanting had a problem

this is a call to all my
past resignations
this is a call to all

fingernails are pretty
fingernails are good
seems that all they ever wanted was a marking

them balloons are pretty
big and say they should
ever fall to ground
call the magic marker

this is a call to all my
past resignations
this is a call to all
this is a call to all my
past resignations
it's been too long

minicyn is pretty
minicyn is good
seems that all the cysts and mollusks tend to barter

Ritalin is easy
Ritalin is good
even all the ones
that watered down the daughter


I'll Stick Around

I thought I knew all it took to bother you
every word I said was true that you'll see

how could it be I'm the only one who sees your rehearsed insanity

I still refuse all the methods you've abused
it's all right if you're confused let me be

I've been around all the pawns
you've gagged and bound
they'll come back and knock you down and I'll be free

I've taken all and I've endured
one day it all will fade
I'm sure

I don't owe you anything

I had no other hand in your ever desperate plan
it returns and when it lands words are due

I should've known we were better off alone
I looked in and I was shown
you were too

I've taken all and I've endured
one day it all will fade
I'm sure

I don't owe you anything

I'll stick around and learn
From all that came from it


Big Me

when I talk about it
it carries on
reasons only knew
when I talk about it
Aries or treasons
all renew

big me to talk about it
I could stand to prove
if we can get around it
I know that it's true

when I talked about it
carried on
reasons only knew

but it's you I fell into

(repeat)

well I talked about it
put it on
never was it true


Alone + Easy Target

they knew all along
they're not dumb, they were so wrong
she's not always fun
hate it now, call when I'm done

pieces fell in place
puzzles suck, laughin my face
turn and swing the pace
I'll give this, keep the good waist

head is on
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target
metronome
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target

crazy T.V. dreams might be true
not what it seems.
food and cavitys, chewing words
tear at the seams
he don't feel so good, don't feel bad
not that he should
I don't feel so good, don't feel bad
not that I should

head is on
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target
metronome
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target

head is on
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target
metronome
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target

Did you ever listen?
Did you ever listen?
Did you ever listen?

Get out, Get out, Get out
Get out, Get out, Get out
Get out, Get out, Get out
Get out, Get out

head is on
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target
metronome
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target

head is on
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target
metronome
I want out
I'm alone and I'm an easy target

Did you ever listen?
Did you ever listen?
Did you ever listen?

Get out, Get out, Get out
Get out, Get out, Get out
Get out, Get out, Get out
Get out, Get out


Good Grief

since I'm putting down all of the true things around, but I like it
I handed down the crown, given the jewels and the answers of may
the thought of being ousted comes and goes
comes and goes
when I think about it the wind blows

I hate it (x7)

run me out of town, somewhere a move might intended a gown at
pissed at all the bowels, always the blues and a delicate smile
missed all of the sideways, gull and noun
gull and noun
chills and petty band-aids, wrapped around

I hate it (x7)

good grief (x2)

since I'm putting down all of the true things around, but I like it
I handed down the crown, given the jewels and the answers of may
the thought of being ousted comes and goes
comes and goes
when I think about it the wind blows

I hate it (x7)


Oh, George

the train that I got onto up and left that town
threw it up as it went down
strange enough it left me rude and turned around
watched as they all took their vows

fools were drawing trying to save that day
I don't doubt that anyway

phase it out until the older ones return
have a seat and watch it burn
trace around the corner this is what I've learned
always waiting for my turn


Weenie Beenie

I'm molasses hung in rent
read a sponsor one shot no post-show
tear it off, but not a lot, it's not enough to debate
as if you blame real and stagnate
big shit no shit
tear it off, but not a lot, only so much you can take
some try that hit beast and mud lead
big shit no shit
tear it off, but not a lot, only so much you can take
tear it off, but not a lot, it's not enough to debate
big shit no duh
right?


Floaty

He floats
floats away
on the ground
he comes back down

They float
float away
on the ground
they come back down

She floats
floats away
on the ground
she comes back down

We float
float away
on the ground
we come back down

That's not as big as
what's flown around here
That's not as big as
What's flown around here
That's not as big as
what's flown round here
That's not as big as
what's flown around

He floats
floats away
on the ground
he comes back down

She floats
floats away
on the ground
she comes back down

That's not as big as
what's flown around here
That's not as big as
what's flown around here
That's not as big as
what's flown around here
That's not as big as
what's flown around

They float
float away
on the ground
they come back down

We float
float away
on the ground
we come back down

That's not as big as
what's flown around here
That's not as big as
what's flown around here
That's not as big as
what's flown around here
That's not as big as
what's flown around here


X-Static

leading everything along
never far from being wrong
nevermind these things at all
it's nothing

couldn't find a way to you
seems that's all I ever do
turning up in black and blue
rewarded

all the static we all left

wait until the time has come
figure that's where time comes from
leaving all my senses numb
is heaven

lifted up the fay to seen
anything could never be
anything but play to me
in order

take it back for them to keep
fallen into something deep
not that I had made that leap
annointed

where have all the wishes gone
now that all of that is done
wish I would've felt I've won
for once


For All The Cows

I'm called a cow,
I'm not about,
To blow it now,
For all the cows,
For all the cows

It's funny how
Money allows all to browse and be endowed,
This wish is true,
It falls into pieces new,
The cow is you

My kind has all run out,
As if kinds could blend,
Some time if time allows,
Everything worn in,
Everything worn in,
Everything worn in,
Like it's a friend

I said you're all,
A painted doll and it caused the walls to fall,
How far is he?
Impatiently thats as far as far can be,
As far can be

My kind has all run out,
As if kinds could blend,
Some time if time allows,
Everything worn in,
Everything worn in,
Everything worn in,
Like it's a friend

I'm called a cow,
I'm not about,
To blow it now,
For all the cows,

It's funny how
Money allows all to browse and be endowed,
And be endowed

My kind has all run out,
As if kinds could blend,
Some time if time allows,
Everything worn in,
Everything worn in,
Everything worn in,
Like it's a friend


Exhausted

I'm not around that much
running exhausted and lost
If it could be undone
will it have costed?
It's taught and lost

Blowing away we stray, wilted
insulted, at fault
What if today I stayed in bed
these baubles we've brought
At fault

After the bliss has long ended
this caution this fault
Give me a breeze that's long winded
Accosted adult arrested


Winnebago

able bodied, chew the word
cop to plenty, sell the tour
split the moment, seal the sheet
take the hemlock, beg to see

feed the lawn from the palms of their hands
never holding, to a pole
winnebago, we were one
hold in wonder, spoke and wheel
she divorces, party zeal

daddy loves little son, no demand
able bodied, chew the word
cop to plenty, sell the tour
split the moment, seal the sheet
take the hemlock, beg to see

crawl along, lookin'up 'til you standorld


Watershed

I stick it to the mailman
I'm pinned against a pot plant
I'm sick of all the sun-tan
Oily with the ray-ban

Take that to the bank and call it a check
Masked without a weapon

I'm skinny as a spit pan
Dealing with the shit plan
Playing with my bad hand
Just another rock band

Take that to the man
and call it a check
Trapped within a contract

Hey there boy while you were
catching the black widow
The rest of us were watching melrose

I wanna swim in the wattershed
I wanna listen to flowerhead
I lost a gallon and still I bled
I keep on thinking i get ahead

Pissed at all the disc jam
Pissed about the 5-ham
Pissed about the green state
I miss it and I can't wait

Hey man can't you tell it's still a problem?
See you at the devil's tower


Butterflies

Where's this come from
He's just as dumb
As he denies

She never lies
Her new disguise
Is butterflies

I'm all sick for you
I'm not a fool
You're the one that bothers me
I am not a fool
You're the one pretending to be

I die for some
Rare pelicans
In wonderland

If she was true
She'd make them blue
Everytime (yeah it goes)

Where's this come from
He's just as dumb
As he denies


Gas Chamber (Angry Samoans)

gas chamber, there's a light.
stay at home, don't feel right.
in my room, all the time,
trapped inside this twisted mind.

gas chamber, cannot breathe.
time for lunch, cannot leave.
in my room, all the time,
trapped inside this fucking mind.

no action no, no
no action gas chamber
oh, no
 

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