Once introduced, one is never mistaken about the consistent style of Mozart… Read Full Bio ↴Once introduced, one is never mistaken about the consistent style of Mozart Khadaffi (also known as Snuff Pop Inc). The compositions in harmony and form don't allow of any marked definition of genre, yet M.K. is frequently placed in alternative genres such as Industrial and so-called Alternative Rock - an educated, but far from adequate reference. The independent genre and characteristic stage show have brought about various comparisons with bands from Marilyn Manson to T. Rex, from Foetus to Mr. Bungle. These comparisons can be slightly useful to the stickler for comparison. The sound of Mozart Khadaffi is built on a unity of analogue and digital instrumentation; bass, guitar, drums, vocal and an equally dominating expanse of melody structures, conducted by singer Ant, embracing all from industrial sounds to organized instruments, orchestral as well as synthetic. The overall result is a wide and well-developed musical panorama, creating a style which M.K., inspired by a review, calls Warped Industrial.

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Virus
Mozart Khadaffi Lyrics

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Hot news from Necropolis!
Scull caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures
Circling over my head a stone's throw from here
Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions seen floating
Through festering frequencies from mouldy bands...

(Gimme some remote control!)

Yeah, I'm interrupting your programme to make a complaint
I'm an out-and-out afforder and my suffer-buffer's
(Gimme a mind-bomb!) out of order (Glass cutter in request!)

The corners are glaring, the kitchen's getting hotter
'Cause someone's burned the roast in the oven

And red ice-grit runs out my chilblains
Intravenous seizure of a dead reporter
I try to shut out what's taking place between my eye
And this airbrushed nature (Was ever man so hocussed?)
There's a skeleton in every house and mine feels pretty pent-up
I shall BURST!

My living room is but a death trap (ALL CRANIA GRIN!)
They know better about eternal electrocution

I'm just a subtle would-love-to-be
Under carnal corruption from figurative infection
And thus the videodrone is immune
By virtue of the mercy of ignorance

Letting mw die with the big boys
And mortal frames besieged by swarms of bacteria
Creepy-crawlies in my brain!

(Gimme some remote control!)

I've got a halitosis coughing-ire from choking in a coffin-fire
(Glass cutter in request!)
It's the dominance of viral decay
Roasting my breath and toasting my death
Oh baby, the way you cry is prettier than the saddest song
An utter soul cutter forever boxed in
The death denihil of a social misanthrope

And red ice-grits runs out my chilblains
Info-parasitic Interference in my brain

Overall Meaning

In Mozart Khadaffi's song Virus, the artist describes a dystopian world full of sickness, decay, and corruption. The lyrics are fragmented and cryptic, painting an image of a society completely overrun by disease and chaos. The first verse sets the scene: "Hot news from Necropolis! Scull caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures/Circling over my head a stone's throw from here/Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions seen floating/Through festering frequencies from mouldy bands." The imagery is disturbing and bleak, with vultures circling above and disease-ridden apparitions floating through the air. The chorus of "Gimme some remote control!" emphasizes the artist's feeling of being out of control and powerless in this world.

The second verse is equally cryptic but seems to focus on the artist's own physical and mental degradation: "The corners are glaring, the kitchen's getting hotter/'Cause someone's burned the roast in the oven/And red ice-grit runs out my chilblains/Intravenous seizure of a dead reporter." The artist is in pain, both physically and emotionally. The use of the phrase "red ice-grit" is particularly disturbing, evoking the idea of something frozen and sharp piercing through the skin. There's also a sense of confusion and chaos, with a dead reporter and a burned roast adding to the overall bleakness of the scene.

Overall, Virus paints a picture of a world on the brink of collapse, with sickness and decay spreading like a virus. The lyrics are dark and unsettling, leaving the listener with a sense of unease and uncertainty about the future.

Line by Line Meaning

Hot news from Necropolis!
Starting the song with a reference to the city of the dead and a sense of urgency.

Scull caps crawling for hire and a couple of vultures Circling over my head a stone's throw from here Microbe-infested apparatus-apparitions seen floating Through festering frequencies from mouldy bands...
Describing a scene of decay, with people and vultures waiting for the next person to die, sickness floating in the air and affecting everything in its path, including the music.

I'm an out-and-out afforder and my suffer-buffer's (Gimme a mind-bomb!) out of order (Glass cutter in request!)
The singer is in distress and asking for a way out of his mental suffering, expressing his desire for something to shock his brain into a different state.

The corners are glaring, the kitchen's getting hotter 'Cause someone's burned the roast in the oven
The surroundings are getting more and more tense, with the heat and the smell of burnt food, adding to the sense of decay.

And red ice-grit runs out my chilblains Intravenous seizure of a dead reporter I try to shut out what's taking place between my eye And this airbrushed nature (Was ever man so hocussed?) There's a skeleton in every house and mine feels pretty pent-up I shall BURST!
A series of disturbing images and thoughts, expressing the singer's disgust with the world around him, and his desire to break free from it.

My living room is but a death trap (ALL CRANIA GRIN!) They know better about eternal electrocution
The singer's home feels like a place of danger and death, with a sense of danger lurking in every corner.

I'm just a subtle would-love-to-be Under carnal corruption from figurative infection And thus the videodrone is immune By virtue of the mercy of ignorance
Despite his desire to break free from his surroundings, the singer feels like he is stuck in a state of corruption, and is unable to escape the influence of the world around him.

Letting mw die with the big boys And mortal frames besieged by swarms of bacteria Creepy-crawlies in my brain!
The singer feels like he is at the mercy of the forces of decay, and is unable to fight back against them.

I've got a halitosis coughing-ire from choking in a coffin-fire (Glass cutter in request!) It's the dominance of viral decay Roasting my breath and toasting my death Oh baby, the way you cry is prettier than the saddest song An utter soul cutter forever boxed in The death denihil of a social misanthrope And red ice-grit runs out my chilblains Info-parasitic Interference in my brain
The singer's thoughts spiral out of control, with a series of disturbing images and metaphors expressing his despair and disgust with the world around him.

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