The Goons: Nation in Distress

The Goons
Nation in Distress

• Firefly In A Jar
• Eight To Life
• Daddy's Girl
• Toy Soldiers
• Nation In Distress
• Polluted
• Nothing
• Destination Unknown
• Policies Of Shame
• Desperate Days
• America Hates It's Youth
• Human Wheel
• Stormtroopers Of Good-Faith
• Romantic Interlude
• Modern Man Ain't Got No Soul

nation in Distress was Recorded in 2003 at Drew Mazurek's basement studio outside Baltimore MD. Pat von Death Camp on guitar, Mike on bass, Serge on vocals and Tom on Drums.

The Goons Nation in Distress

Reviews

"Ten out of Ten! Killer, Wicked, fuckin'-A, Must Have/Buy Now.

"Nation In Distress is the fifth full length from Washington DC's speed punk specialists, the Goons, and it is their best offering to date. An equal amount of muscle and brains, this profoundly angry record will hit you in all the right places.

"The Goons are one of the score of DC bands that bare no resemblance to any media supposed DC sound and this album, coupled with their spastic live show, cements them into DC punk rock history. Owing more musically to the Dwarves and Discharge than any past District luminary, the Goons time Nation's fifteen songs in at a ferocious 27 minutes. The twin guitar attack (PJ and Dave) and the crushing rhythm section (Mike - bass, Tom - drums) bludgeon the listener, while vocalist (Serge) howls and bellows intense streams of dynamic, intelligent venom. This is music to get your rage on and dance your ass off.

"The Goons hate work and its endless tedium, the government and its multi-faceted lies, and our society's programmed mediocrity. But instead of approximating angst for some punk rock fashion show, the Goons let loose the genuine article: molten anger that rides a “go fuck yourself” attitude like the hot kiss at the end of a wet fist.

"You can easily listen to this record several times in a row; it has the same intensity and catchy lyrical quality as punk from 1983. Don't get me wrong, this is no retro excursion, the Goons are right fucking now and a half. It is just such a pleasure to put on a current CD and enjoy it as much as I enjoyed Millions of Dead Cops and the Dead Kennedys decades ago.

"If you can't get down to songs like Fire Fly in a Jar, the title track, Storm Troopers of Good Faith (excellent anti-PATRIOT Act song) and Romantic Interlude (the BEST anti-globalization song EVER!!!), then it's not the Goons fault, it's you.... get some help."
Siczine www.Siczine.com


"Are the Goons the greatest band on the planet? If they're not, they're sure as fuck close. No other band that I'm aware of combines hardcore intensity, punk rock sleaze, R&B soul and pop melody in such a flawless package. Not since the Big Boys has there been a band so damn close to possessing everything that makes a rock group great. As the title of the last track on Nation in Distress states, "Modern Man Ain't Got No Soul;" however, it seems the Goons have taken it as their solitary mission to bring it back.

"To me, this quality called "soul" is all about surrendering yourself to the moment and doing something completely un-self-conscious. The soul-singers of the 60s sounded like they did because they were surrendering themselves to something a little different than what most hardcore kids are familiar with: Christianity, alcohol, black culture. The Goons, on the other hand, sound like they're surrendering themselves to pills, speed and nihilism; as such, the Goons are less a band trying to make music that's fun, catchy or sophisticated and more an engine that takes all the fucked up shit that goes on in the world around us and converts in into raw auditory bile with near-100% efficiency. In short, if you see the world anything like how I do, the Goons sound like what's going on inside your head when you watch the news, go to work or even look out your window.

"And the songs... fucking hell they're brilliant. It's been a matter of years since the Goons' incredible last full-length (which I believe is, unfortunately, now out of print) and it's clear that the Goons have spent the interim whittling this set of songs down to an unfathomably sharp point. While there isn't a chorus that's quite as classic as the Goons' best song, "White Tide," every song is brilliant and unique, from the bouncy punk of "Eight to Life" to the straight-up vicious hardcore of the title track.

"With the current trend toward rock/hardcore bands getting so popular, I think that bands are looking for the soul that a lot of music-and hardcore music in particular-has lost. A lot of these kids are looking backward to the blues-based music of bands like Black Sabbath to re-inject their music with the spirit that much of it has so sorely lacked as of late, but the Goons prove that you don't have to revamp your style to find what's missing; you just have to play like you fucking mean it.


Deep Fry Bonanza May 10th, 2004


Wow, this was a suprise. Solid hardcore tunes here that don't merely rely on speed to mask incompetence like so many others do. Hell, a couple of tunes are downright anthemic. The lyrics manage to be topical and political without sounding like a pamphlet and the singer has an atypical timbre to his vocals but still manages to elicit the requisite pissed-offedness required for the genre. In short, some rockin' stuff here.
Razorcake Magazine 2004


A decade of system smashing punk rock and roll, and these DC veterans are still at it with a new record. Musically The Goons are certainly breaking no new ground, basic street punk with, a healthy dash of rock, and plenty of guitar wanking that wouldn't be out of place at your local bar punk show. The vocals set this record apart... While the similarities to Biafra are almost non-existent. I still get the same feeling I got when I first heard DKs. Like a more shrill Fleshies on vocals and a more street savvy Fleshies making the music. Politically fuelled, pit friendly hardcore punk that I think goes rather unnoticed.
Robert Slug and Lettuce Magazine #80 - Summer 2004


"I have a confession to make. Despite the fact that I've seen and/or played on the same show as this band close to a dozen times in the last five years, I've never paid attention to them. I always regarded them as another punk band. After listening to this disc, I feel live I've come to the party late. This disc, released on Baltimore's Reptilian Records, is simply excellent. As soon as I put it in the player I was pleased, but it wasn't until after listening to it three times that I finally discovered what it was that impressed me so much. With a delivery reminiscent of early 80's DC Hardcore and SoCal hardcore punk like Keith Morris era Black Flag, The Goons carry with them what none of those bands had - actual musical talent. Whereas most of the early hardcore punk bands got by with raw energy and urgent delivery, their inability to play their instruments is legend - anyone who's tried to cover a Black Flag song knows what I'm referring to. You're left leaving practice going 'What the f*** was Greg Ginn playing, and why didn't anyone laugh at him?'

"Intelligent, well-crafted lyrics such as those on 'Toy Soldiers', great song writing like that on 'Desperate Days', and excellent production by Drew Mazurek make this a disc that I would call a must-have if you're looking for what the area has to offer the punk rock world."
Music Monthly Magazine January 2005


With NATION IN DISTRESS, The Goons effectively capture the spirit of bands like Dead Kennedys and the Danzig-led Misfits. Hell, Serge even resembles Jello and Glenn a tad. Don't let the comparisons to DK and Misfits confuse you. The Goons take the essence and spirit of the bands from that era and add better production value. With this album, nothing's sacred. Serge Goon touches on everything from American excess to war and politics. If you like listening to quality punk rock that has more to do with content and passion than image, then NATION IN DISTRESS needs to find a place in your collection. These guys haven't been around since 1994 out of luck. They're great, and this Drew Mazurek-produced album furthers the band's greatness. -Dane Jackson - Skratch Magazine May, 2004








Firefly In A Jar

Attracted by promise, a welcoming glow
your drive for possession is all that you know
distract it with sweet things
confine it with care
and fasten the lid so its loss not to bare
no holes in the lid to the jar thats my home
you'd rather destroy me than go it alone





Eight to Life

Morning drags me to my desk A daylight corpse that sees no rest
\ Glowing white florecents kill
But 9 to 5 it pays the bills
oh no
its 8 to life
Commuter cash and now I'm late
There must be a better way to go
But 9 to 5 it kills so slow
oh no
its 8 to life
Econo-cheat me out of life
You Drink my Blood its alright




Daddy's Girl

Your masochistic breeds my Sadistic
You crave the thrill of lost control
Behaviors conditioned, learned
but i just want to see you squirm
Play thing play thing
Daddy's girl
Come to me I am your world
Grind you under foot until
You've lost yourself inside my will
Play thing play thing
Daddy's girl
I mold the fear that is your world
by my hand the heavens crack
and lightning strikes across your back
Come to you're Daddy's girls




Toy Soldiers

Empty mantras to wind you up
So desperate thats just enough
Series of calculated inflections
Lead to tragic misdirection
Toy Soldiers
Join the ranks of convenient tools
Toy Soldiers
March with the Mindless but who are you?
Pulled it out of a magazine
Armed with bylaws for a scene
All laced up to be a fool
Another victim oppressed by cool
Toy Soldiers
Join the ranks of convenient tools
Toy Soldiers
March with the Mindless but who are you?
March in line, march in line to the right way
Party lines, party lies of the right way
March in line, march in line to the right way
Party lines, party lies of the right way




Nation in Distress

No they never taught me shit
'cus school was just a bitch
the Funding all got spent on drug law enforcement
The Teachers they all lied
they said that we'd be fine
condemned us till the grave
To be minimum wage slaves of this
Nation in Distress
They promise to do right
For justice stand and fight
We vote them into place
they laugh right in our face
'cus politicians lie
they supplement their wage
With lobbyist bribes in this
Nation in Distress
They Tax us till we bleed
and then ignore our needs
our urban streets at war
and this is how we are
You tell me to have faith
but faith is your mistake
Our lives are hit or miss
and thats just how it is in this
Nation in Distress




Polluted

When you open your mouth
The waste just pours out
Exhaust from the degradation
Of your mind full of thought pollution
Its not the x-rays
Its not the microwaves
Its not the toxic waste
Your Polluted
Its not the aerosols
Its not the alcohol
Its not the city smog
Your Polluted
Like nitrates seep in
To the soil that is your skin
One thought chokes the other one
Like algea blocking out the sun
Its not the x-rays
Its not the microwaves
Its not the toxic waste
Your Polluted
Its not the aerosols
Its not the alcohol
Its not the city smog
Your Polluted




Nothing

Gum and shit on my shoes
Defeat, give me the blues
Bore machine's knobs turn round
Conspire to bring me down
Its just the small things
they're so distracting
But they just don't mean a thing
Its just the small things
Get me conflicted
And then i don't know a thing
Neurotic tensions
Bomb outs and sticking keys
They're wearing down on me
Ticks by the passing time
It makes me lose my mind
Its just the small things
they're so distracting
But they just don't mean a thing
Its just the small things
Get me conflicted
And then i don't know a thing
Neurotic Tensions




destination Unknown (Black leather Couch)

Beep beep
get on your Feet
You Shave and shower
You hit the street
You're nodding off
you ride the train
another death
Another day
nothing makes you tick anymore
Your just another soulless whore
Filled your head up with dreams of luxury
Paycheck around your neck
and your down on your knees
No aim no control
set adrift Destination unknown
No peace
Can't get to sleep
I've got the best
Is this success?
What now,
black leather couch?
If this is it
then this is shit
nothing makes you tick anymore
Your just another soulless whore
Filled your head up with dreams of luxury
Paycheck around your neck
and your down on your knees
No aim no control
set adrift Destination unknown





Policies of Shame

I bet if they had their way the draft would be back again
They'd wave their flags and we'd be off to war again
They lost Bin Laden so they'd start another foreign war
We'd kill them all with out knowing what we're fighting for
Tax us for the funds
to buy bombs and guns
To kill foreign sons
No its always the same
power money and pain
policies of shame
I bet if they had their way the oil fields would all be ours
the roads all full p with high rate of consumption cars
A steady flow of cash and gas exchanging at the pump
The cowboys laughing price gouging all us fucking chumps
Tax us for the funds
to buy bombs and guns
To kill foreign sons
No its always the same
power money and pain
policies of shame
Stolen elections
there's no pretending for me
Lies in the interest of national unity
And there you are don't you know you're victims fo P.R. control




Desperate Days

Born Without hope in the nuclear age
A free range hostage of a mounting arms race
Boulevards baricated, state of alert
Flashing lights at every turn
Born Without hope in the nuclear age
Agendas act out on a changing world stage
Staring down off the edge of the world
Fates of warring nations bare on me
Desperate Days
Born Without hope in the nuclear age
The purse is bled dry and the coffers hemmorage
Soup lines job lines signs of the times
hanging heads and bleary eyes
Born Without hope in the nuclear age
A corporate exec sells out trusting wage slaves
Cash spent into dept hung out to dry
Doctored books account stories of our lives
Desperate Days
Can we Profit from war?
Convenient enemies
Rally around the war flag
But whats that change for me?




America hates it Youth

Fuck you for your excess
and fuck you for your greed
and fuck you for the prison that you plan for me
and fuck your petty wages
You swallow us alive
profit while we bleed away our precious lives
America Hates its Youth
theres nothing left for me
Fuck your institutions,
your racist history
and fuck you for the way you tried to brain wash me
and Fuck your lack of vision
the world belongs to me
i reject the future that you offer me
America Hates its Youth
theres nothing left for me
Unemployment lines: such a waste of time
Sick so sick : no health care for me




Human Wheel

What we need and what we've got
It don't compare to what we want
Frustration and depression lead to alcoholic death
The system teaches servitude not self empowerment
I feel it I feel it the hamster wheel
I feel it i feel it the human wheel
i feel it I feel it the human will




Storm Troopers of Good Faith

Supreme Court Rules that we're all fools
They took away our right to privacy
establish policy of good faith
it happened again
hang around with my friends
they battered down the door, beat me up, trashed my whole place
Lock the door
We'll kick it right in
Storm Troopers of Good Faith




Romantic Interlude

get on fucking over 'cus yeah we're moving in
You already know this one so waste no time now lets begin
You're a poor impoverished Nation
Its not our fault so don't blame us
we'll offer you the help you need
Sucker! needy quick to trust
yeah Yeah we're gonna jerk off down your throat
loan papers here you'll sign them
'cus we know whats good for you
You don't know how you'll pay it back?
We'll show you exactly what to do
grow exactly what we tell you and
give our businesses all a break
While you're distracted by what we give you
what we want we're gonna take
yeah Yeah we're gonna jerk off down your throat




Modern Man

viagra and SUV's
hair Transplants and finance plans
mortgage bills, a job that kills
No Soul
Credit cards
No Soul
interest rates
No soul
its just too late
Modern man ain't got no soul





The Goons Nation in Distress
Desperate Days
Destination Unknown (Black Leather Couch)
Firefly in a Jar
Human Wheel
Toy Soldiers