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March '98

New TISM single!

Title: There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized,You Know

While bad taste and cheap cynicism are all very easy, one must agree that once the thrill wears off, there's nothing less satisfying than another "dirty" school boy jibe. No one wants rock music to be cloyingly polite; but surely manufactured shock is as bad as manufactured schlock. TISM take a stand with their new single, There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized,You Know.

As the lyrics of There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized, You Know point out,

Once you've tried to be quite nice,
It's harder not to be nice twice.

If only more bands weren't afraid to step out of their predictable enfant terrible personas and try, just once, to communicate in an emotional register that doesn't involve swearing and despair. Controversially perhaps, the third verse of There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized, You Know takes a direct shot at the Gallagher brothers:

Why not try to be nice today?
Replace the runners that you stole;
Don't let rock stars lead you astray -
Are you listening, Liam and Noel?

Harsh words, but fair. There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized, You Know is a refreshing and positive change of direction, not just for TISM, but for the whole of the inde-pendent music industry.

There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized, You Know is to be released in mid March, through Shock records. It is taken from the band's forthcoming album, "P" is for Politeness. The band are touring through Melbourne, Brisbane and Sydney in May.

One can forecast a predictably cynical reaction to There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized, You Know. Some might claim TISM have watered down their erstwhile satiric outrage for the benefit of the broader audience they gained with the success of their last album. There may be an element of truth in this, but as the band themselves say: "Look we might be cunts, but we're not fucking cunts."

Let me explain:

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Cunt... Fucking Cunt
You believe in Satan. You believe in Jesus.
D.J's. Breakfast D.J's.
You're intelligent.  You're fat.
Private parts. Private schools.
Road rage. Public transport.
Marriage rites. Shooters' rights.
Good looking people who are ugly on the inside. Good looking people who aren't ugly on the inside.
Shy people. Confident people.
Confident people. Confident people.
You're the sort of conventional stiff that Keith from the Prodigy so justly despises You look like Keith from the Prodigy
You die, and Channel fucking Seven televise your funeral. You die, and Channel Ten televise your funeral.
Paying $30 for a pair of Calvin Klein boxer shorts... Then all you do is wear them next to your arse.
You won free tickets ... To see Phantom of the Opera.
You had a hit single ... On Radio National.
You won a free plane trip. You're sitting in front of Oasis.
You've got all dressed up for the Gay Mardi-Gras. You're standing in Young and Jackson's.
Attacking Piss Christ with a hammer. Liking Piss Christ.
You have to appear in court for an aggravated assault charge on a defenseless elderly handicapped blind paupered charity-working war veteran grandmother... Because you're the judge.
You're the President of the United States, the head job in the country. You can't work out the pun I was going to write here .
Dirty fanatical terrorist towel-headed Arabs.  You agreed with that last sentence.
You're repulsed by the above shots. You're recognized in the above shots.
You think you were abducted by aliens.  You're right.
The revolution comes.  It's televised.
You were on the Titanic. You starred in the Titanic.
Paying tax. News Limited.
You think you're Helen Razor.  You think that makes you funny.
You line up at the latest groovy night club.  You don't have to line up at the latest groovy night club.
You won an ARIA award . You won a Grammy award .
You won an ARIA award . You care .
You didn't win an ARIA award .  Tina Arena beat you.
NME review your album.  They like it.
Being a princess and then dying in a car crash.  Elton John writing a song about it.
You're in a rock band.  You're in the rock industry.
Obvious, faceless commercial pop music. Radiohead.
I Might Be a Cunt, But I'm not a Fucking Cunt There's A Lot of Good In This World That Goes Unrecognized, You Know.
You find not only the use of the word "cunt", but this whole concept offensive. GET FUCKED

"I Might be A Cunt, But I'm not a Fucking Cunt", out through Shock Records April 6th