One of the most rock & roll acts out there, Barry Ashworth’s merry band of reprobates — the unstoppable Dub Pistols — are staying true to form with their sixth long-player. It’s called ‘White Lines’, although Barry is keen to stress that the title isn’t some sort of blatant drug reference. “It’s about the number of white lines we see on motorways and at airports when we’re travelling around all the time,” he says.
Bass. The Dubs continue to be one of the busiest bands on the circuit. Seemingly no music festival is complete without their riotous blend of ska, dub, hip-hop, electro, breakbeat, punk and drum & bass. Good times are guaranteed when the Dub Pistols blaze in to fire up the joint, and they’ll party all night — if you let them — until the motorway sun comes up with the morning light.
Over the years the Dubs have earned their ticket to ride the white line highway — and if you aren’t already hooked, baby, it’s nobody else’s fault. They originally grew out of the DJ sound system that Barry Ashworth started with cohort Jason O’Bryan in the mid-90s.
Along with contemporaries the Chemical Brothers and Fatboy Slim, the Dubs initially surfed the late ‘90s big beat wave with tracks like ‘Cyclone’, ‘Westway’ and ‘There’s Gonna Be A Riot’ before swerving into the more political ‘Six Million Ways To Live’ album after the Millennium and their first hook-up with unforgettable Specials frontman Terry Hall.
The procession of guest vocalists who’ve joined them in the intervening decade or so reads like a roll call of urban legends. UK hip-hopper Rodney P, late reggae great Gregory Isaacs, Freak Power man Ashley Slater, Beats International’s Lindy Layton, acid house original Justin Robertson, the sweet tones of Horace Andy, UK rapper Akala, TK from New York, Red Star Lion from the West Indies, Dan Bowskills… the list goes on. Despite these top collaborators, they’ve somehow still managed to remain a cohesive unit, and it’s for their riotous sense of fun, entertainment value and tireless ability to make crowds jump that the Dubs have carved a niche for themselves. Verily, they’re something of a phenomenon.
‘White Lines’ is more of a party album than the conscious vibes of previous LP ‘Worshipping The Dollar’, and also has its fair share of top-notch guests. Reggae don Earl 16, eminent hip-hopper Seanie T,Dark Horizon, Rodney P in-demand rhymer Serocee — as well as regulars TK, Darrison, Sir Real, Ashley Slater and Barry Ashworth himself on vocals — all make an appearance, as well as the dubwise horns of Tim Hutton.
Rapture
Dub Pistols Lyrics
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Dancing very slow
Barely breathing
Almost comatose
Wall to wall
People hypnotised
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in Rapture
Back to back
Sacrailiac
Spineless movement
And a wild attack
Face to face
Sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do
And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and you drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night, eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then, when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars where the people
Meet
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe
Don't move to slow, 'cause the man from Mars
Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure
Take a tour, through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said don't stop, do punk rock
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the
TV's on
And now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot
'Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin'
Bars
And now he only eats guitars, get up!
"Rapture" by Dub Pistols feat. Terry Hall is a song about the club culture of the 90s. The lyrics describe the scene in a club where people are dancing slowly, almost comatose, as if in a trance. The singer talks about the DJs who are savin' his mind with their music, and the wild atmosphere of the club where people are stepping lightly and always in Rapture.
The next verses are about a man who comes from Mars and starts to eat cars and bars, and then only eats guitars. This represents the idea of someone who is completely different from the people in the club, not interested in the things they are doing, but still being part of their world. The idea is that the man from Mars is an outsider, not really belonging in this world, but he is drawn to it nonetheless. The overall message of the song is about the escapism that people seek in club culture and the ways in which it can transform them.
Line by Line Meaning
Toe to toe
Standing very close together
Dancing very slow
Moving slowly in a rhythmic manner
Barely breathing
Breathing only a small amount of air
Almost comatose
In a state of unconsciousness or lethargy
Wall to wall
Completely filled with people
People hypnotised
People entranced and captivated
And they're stepping lightly
They are moving carefully so as not to disrupt the rhythm or flow of the music
Hang each night in Rapture
Spend their nights in a state of overwhelming joy and excitement
Back to back
Standing with backs touching
Sacrailiac
A reference to a dance move involving pelvic thrusts
Spineless movement
A movement that suggests a lack of backbone or strength
And a wild attack
An uncontrolled or aggressive movement
Face to face
Standing directly in front of each other
Sadly solitude
A feeling of loneliness or isolation
And it's finger popping
A reference to a style of dancing where fingers snap in time with the music
Twenty-four hour shopping in Rapture
A sense of being caught up in a consumerist culture that is all-consuming
Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's high
A reference to the drug culture surrounding hip hop music
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
The music is acting as a restorative force for the mind
Flash is fast, Flash is cool
A reference to the cultural significance of the visual style of music videos
Francois sez fas, Flashe' no do
A parody of a French accent, suggesting a sense of cultural elitism
And you don't stop, sure shot
An expression of confidence
Go out to the parking lot
A suggestion to escape the confines of the club or party
And you get in your car and you drive real far
A sense of freedom and possibility
And you drive all night and then you see a light
A sense of disorientation, accompanied by an otherworldly or supernatural element
And it comes right down and lands on the ground
An image of an extraterrestrial spacecraft
And out comes a man from Mars
A reference to science fiction tropes
And you try to run but he's got a gun
A sense of anxiety or fear
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
A grotesque image of violence and bodily harm
And then you're in the man from Mars
A surreal and disorienting sense of identity
You go out at night, eatin' cars
A nonsensical image of consumption and indulgence
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
More absurd imagery of consumption
Mercurys and Subarus
Even more car models eaten
And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
An insatiable hunger and lack of restraint
Then, when there's no more cars
A sense of depletion or scarcity of resources
You go out at night and eat up bars where the people meet
Another absurd image of consumption
Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
An image of intimacy and closeness
One to one, man to man
A sense of individual connection and interaction
Dance toe to toe
A sense of physical touch and contact
Don't move to slow, 'cause the man from Mars
Maintaining a sense of awareness and alertness despite the sense of danger
Is through with cars, he's eatin' bars
A sense of cultural destruction or disruption
Yeah, wall to wall, door to door, hall to hall
A sense of all-encompassing destruction or disruption
He's gonna eat 'em all
A sense of complete and total annihilation
Rapture, be pure
This overwhelming sense of rapture should be pure and untainted
Take a tour, through the sewer
A sense of delving into the darker, less known parts of society
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
An encouragement to pursue artistic expression as a means of release
You'll be singin' in the rain
A sense of contagious joy and celebration
I said don't stop, do punk rock
A call to continue rebelling and resisting cultural norms
Well now you see what you wanna be
A sense of clarity and understanding of one's true desires
Just have your party on TV
An image of a mediated, artificial reality
Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars when the TV's on
A sense of the transcendent or otherworldly, unaffected by human cultural artifacts
And now he's gone back up to space
A sense of closure or resolution
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
A sense of relief at escaping human culture and conflict
And you hip-hop, and you don't stop
An exhortation to continue with the musical style and cultural movement
Just blast off, sure shot
An expression of confidence and ambition
Cause the man from Mars stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
An image of change or transformation
And now he only eats guitars, get up!
An image of the guitar as the only remaining cultural artifact worth consuming
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Peermusic Publishing
Written by: Deborah Harry, Christopher Stein
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@jazzrockr
Coming back to this video in the wake of Terry Hall’s passing. RIP to a legend, but happy to see Dub Pistols move forward. And come back to classics like this tune.
@tasmar555
Rest well in heaven Terry. You will be greatly missed...
@gazs7237
I fitted terrys kitchen way back when he was working on this album. Such a dude!
@juan-mf9sp
Great great great album!!!!!!
@toolate9494
Always liked Terry Hall. Saw The Specials decades ago, really fun gig, good vibes. Really sad, RIP Terry
@timmellor6685
Never heard this version before,you did the original proud,and Terry sprinkled his magic on it #ripterryhall.
@DebbieTDP
Farewell Terry 🖤💔🙌🏻
@latenite9290
RIP Terry, a treasure who will be valued more now he has gone. We only have a few left, let's appreciate them while they're here..
@hazeldaniels2540
Sounds mesmerizing early 80s to the late 90s it's like going through a journey of ??*** is happening right now!!! Keep it going .....
@AlbertoGarcia-lj8xd
R.I.P. Terry.