TAMTRUM is perpetually on the road for an unholy quest to summon more victims. Their ultra-powerful frantic live performances receive the unanimity of outstanding votes: TAMTRUM are above all a live band! And the use of fire-blowing, strip-tease shows and other fluo-chemical performances on stage reinforce their forceful, uncompromising and decadent image.
Before setting off to play some major European festivals, TAMTRUM still managed the time to release the «Versus» split-album with the other French band LOK-8.
In 2005, the duo was joined by old colleague Fixhead, and the TAMTRUM monster was once again locked in the studio to work on a new album. The band also made some eye-catching blitzkrieg appearances on several compilations that propelled TAMTRUM onto the playlists of every club across the world with their mega-hit «Le Son De La Pluie».
With a punk spirit, a «sex, drugs’n industrial» attitude, a dark goth/metal look, harsh elektro sequences, distorted screams and locomotive drum patterns TAMTRUM is here to shake your ass! Described by many as the most promising and fastest rising French underground talent of the moment, TAMTRUM often gets compared music-wise to a band like HOCICO with a rather MANSONesque attitude… Their music and lyrics (in French & English) are morbid, disturbing, nasty, sick, noisy and per definition hyper-danceable.
Their next hi-energy and merciless aggressive assault is planned for release in the spring of 2006 on the band’s new label Alfa Matrix, before the band starts another fucking bloody and shocking tour on speed across Europe… Keep the fainthearted kids secluded at home – heads will fall and clubs will burn, burn, burn!
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Some Times
Tamtrum Lyrics
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And nevertheless, I never called her.
I like to smell by some bloody times
Just a little, without paying attention.
Now it's by bloody times that I call her.
One day, I fooled these dawns.
For so and so much pain they made me.
She always knew me - I was only one more person,
She was all for me, she was all for me, she was all for me.
She seduced me;
She showed me who I am;
And this was by bloody times... x2
She seduced me, she seduced me, she seduced me.
I think I exist for loving her.
She seduces me.
She told me who I am.
And it's by bloody times...
Don't talk about any pussy.
Don't talk about the white powder.
I just talk about death!
I just talk about death!
Don't talk about any pussy.
Don't talk about the white powder.
I just talk about death!
She is the one who comes to me.
And nevertheless, I never called her.
I like to smell by some bloody times
Just a little, without paying attention.
Now it's by bloody times that I call her.
One day, I fooled these dawns.
For so and so much pain they made me.
If my cares were different at the beginning:
She always knew me - I was only one more person,
She was all for me, she was all for me, she was all for me.
The lyrics of Tamtrum's song "Some Times" seem to be exploring a complex and intense relationship between the singer and a mysterious woman who he initially seemed to be having casual encounters with, but whose role in his life appears to have evolved into something deeper and more significant. The song begins with the singer reflecting on his attraction to this woman, but it is unclear whether he seeks out her presence or if she simply comes to him. Despite this ambiguity, the singer seems to appreciate their relationship and the physical pleasure he derives from it, even if it is only a fleeting distraction from his everyday concerns.
As the song progresses, it becomes clear that the woman in question has a powerful hold over the singer, one that he sees as integral to his sense of self. She has helped him understand who he is and, by extension, what is truly important to him. The singer seems to be suggesting that it was in his darkest times that he truly needed her, and perhaps even called out to her in desperation, although again the exact nature of their connection remains somewhat enigmatic. Whatever has transpired between them, it has left a deep emotional imprint on the singer, who feels that he owes everything to this woman who has shown him what it means to truly live.
The final verses of the song take a darker turn, as the singer rejects more superficial pleasures and instead contemplates the inevitability of death. It seems as though the woman has helped him to see the futility of seeking out temporary highs, whether through drugs or sex, and to appreciate the preciousness of life. The repeated refrain of "Don't talk about any pussy / Don't talk about the white powder / I just talk about death!" underscores the gravity of this realization and serves as a stark reminder of the weight of mortality.
Line by Line Meaning
She is the one who comes to me.
She's the one who initiates contact in our relationship.
And nevertheless, I never called her.
Despite her frequent calls, I never initiate contact myself.
I like to smell by some bloody times
I enjoy the scent of blood at times.
Just a little, without paying attention.
Not enough to obsess over it, just a fleeting interest.
Now it's by bloody times that I call her.
I only reach out to her when I have a fascination with blood.
One day, I fooled these dawns.
I managed to deceive the daylight hours, hiding my true interests from others.
For so and so much pain they made me.
Others have caused me significant emotional distress.
If my cares were different at the beginning:
If I had different priorities from the start:
She always knew me - I was only one more person,
She was aware that I was just one of many for her.
She was all for me, she was all for me, she was all for me.
She seemed to prioritize our relationship despite me being just one of many for her.
She seduced me;
She initiated our relationship and convinced me to be with her.
She showed me who I am;
She helped me understand my true interests and desires.
And this was by bloody times... x2
My fascination with blood played a role in this realization about myself.
I think I exist for loving her.
My purpose in life is to love and be with her.
She told me who I am.
She helped me understand my own identity.
Don't talk about any pussy.
Don't bring up sex or sexual partners.
Don't talk about the white powder.
Don't mention drugs or drug use.
I just talk about death!
My only interest is in the topic of death.
Contributed by Alyssa P. Suggest a correction in the comments below.