Freak Kitchen's style of music is influenced by many genres besides the traditional heavy metal, ranging from jazz to pop. The band described their third album as "A corny little heavy-pop-rock-latin-world-jazz-avant-garde-metal-blues-record".
Lyrics contain heavy criticism against capitalist society, conformity, racism and the attitude of huge record companies.
Frontman Mattias IA Eklundh is widely known as a guitarist of high technical ability, and live shows often contain parts where Eklundh plays the guitar using several foreign objects such as a vibrating dildo. Eklundh has also released three solo albums, Sensually Primitive (1997) (under the pseudonym Mr. Libido), Freak Guitar (1999) and The Road Less Traveled (2004).
Current members
Mattias IA Eklundh - Vocals and GuitarChrister Örtefors - Bass and VocalsBjörn Fryklund - Drums
Previous members
Christian Grönlund - Bass and VocalsJoakim Sjöberg - Drums and Vocals
Taste My Fist
Freak Kitchen Lyrics
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You should worry 'bout the balls that I'm crushing on you
I'm a sports fan, I'm above the law
And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw
Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball
Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all
But that's not true 'cos I can count to four
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!
There's nothing I wouldn't do as a hooligan
I'm a lobotomized I don't have to think
A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
The lyrics of Freak Kitchen's "Taste My Fist" are focused on violence and brutality, but they also mock the idea that sports and violence are inherently linked. The song starts by referring to various sports, such as football, baseball, and racquetball, but then swiftly changes from the idea of playing sports to using sports equipment as weapons against someone. The refrain "Taste my fist, smell my wrist, Spit your teeth out, taste my fist" is repeated several times and reinforces the aggressive nature of the song.
The second stanza continues with the theme of violence but adds an element of deception. The singer claims to be traveling around the world, acting foolishly like someone with no intelligence and esteem while actually planning a brutal attack. The line "And I'm bitchin' with a baseball bat in my private war" underlines the deceitful nature of the singer, who acts mindless in public but progresses in combative masterminding in private.
The final stanza contains the most direct reference to violence, with the song's protagonist describing themselves as a hooligan who enjoys causing riots. Moreover, the singer claims to not have the ability to think, noting that a Molotov cocktail drink is their kind of drink. In short, the lyrics of "Taste My Fist" tells a story of a violent hooligan whose joy is to cause mayhem and harm.
Line by Line Meaning
Football, baseball and racquetball too
I have a love for sports, including football, baseball, and racquetball.
You should worry 'bout the balls that I'm crushing on you
I am not one to be trifled with, and you should be concerned about how hard I will hit you.
I'm a sports fan, I'm above the law
Because of my love of sports, I believe I am above the law.
And my mission in life: Dr Martens versus your jaw
My life's goal is to compare the power of Dr. Martens shoes versus your jaw.
Travel around the world in my "passion" for the ball
I will travel the world in pursuit of my passion for sports.
Making sure it looks like I got no brain at all
I may appear to have no intelligence, but that is not the case.
But that's not true 'cos I can count to four
I may not seem smart, but I am capable of counting to at least four.
And I'm bitchin' with a baseball bat in my private war
In my personal battles, I use a baseball bat as my weapon of choice.
Taste my fist, smell my wrist
Feel the might of my punch and the scent emanating from my wrist.
Spit your teeth out, taste my fist
My punch will be so hard, you'll lose teeth and have no choice but to taste my fist.
When it comes to starting riots: I am your man!
If starting a riot is what's needed, I'm the man for the job.
There's nothing I wouldn't do as a hooligan
I am willing to do whatever it takes to be considered a hooligan.
I'm a lobotomized I don't have to think
I do not need to think because I am already lobotomized.
A Molotov cocktail is my kind of drink
My drink of choice is a Molotov cocktail, which speaks to my violent tendencies.
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