If there was one reason I created this blog 3 months ago, it's for this post i.e., releasing, even in only a MP3 version, the real Rock Drill (I've hesitated to write the Rill Rock Drill), the one featuring one of the best and most moving song in music: "No Complaints Department". This was one of his old songs it seems, that Alex changed to fit with what happened to him during the 20 previous years, all the awful dramas he had to face, from the death of Leslie, his brother electrocuted on stage while playing with Stone the Crow, to the brain tumor of a friend and the death of his beloved manager, but more than an autobiographical song bathed in self-pity, the main subjects were poverty, misery and despair among humanity, melted in a delicate, moving and crucial song, that leaves most of the other ones composed on this thema in a bag of mediocrity. And as the chorus says, this is not a complaint, Alex assuming the coldness of his heart, the killer inside him actually, this world of misery making of us this cynical (in apparence more than inside) to survive. This song is an absolute "must listen" for any SAHB and/or Alex fan, and even for anyone interested in how songs can have the power of metaphysics and the grandness of a great classical piece of music. That no CD version of this album has "No Complaint Department" on it shows how the record industry sometimes does not respect artists, and the CD edition of the SAHB catalogue is actually a shame. The album is not this weak one that some describe. Personally it's my fave SAHB album with Next. A dark and even doom one, closer to Heartbreaker of Free, Rock Bottom of Robert Wyatt or Tonight's The Night of Neil Young (at least in atmosphere if not musically) than anything else. Not a weak moment to my ears in this collection, always surprises, Tommy Eyre being a fantastic replacement for the great Hugh McKenna. No discussion that this album is much stronger than SAHB Stories. It would be the last for the band, and the feeling is pregnant of this testament dimension when listening to the album. It's a great emotion for me to post this masterpiece in its original and faithfull version. I think Alex would have been happy to watch that someone at least loved him to the point of not accepting that such a song is forgotten forever. Hoping that a new CD edition of the SAHB discography will be respectfull enough to include it in the Rock Drill edition, since my ripped version does not do justice to the song. I've tried my best to provide a fine sound quality (320 kbt) but it doesn't of course match a professional remastered one. Take your fingers out of your ass and do it now dear Phonogram, Vertigo or whoever possess the legal rights of the SAHB catalog. And for you, dear visitor of this blog, have the rill Rock Drill.
No Complaints Department. I've seen stars disappear in a hurry overdoses of satin and silk, some others who can't feed their children 'cause they don't have the money for milk. Saw my best friend die in a plane crash, my brother was killed on the stage, so don't be upset if I'm angry, and seem in some kind of a rage. There is no complaints department, it's only up to you, no complaints department, no complaints department blues. I've got friends who are armed with magnums, they don't get their money from me, 'cause it never is no kind of pleasure, to see somebody suffer you see.There is no complaints department, it's only up to you, no complaints department, no complaints department blues. They took my old pal to the madhouse, in horror, in fear and in pain, with surgery done in a hurry, to do a transplant in his brain. There are some folks got nothing to live for, some folks got nothing to lose, so don't ask me for pity, no complaints department blues. There is no complaints department, it's only up to you, no complaints department, no complaints department blues.