Fine Songs by Drama: A Brutal Blast from Sweden’s Underground
Alright, let’s get this straight—Fine Songs by Drama isn’t your cozy Sunday playlist. This 1989 Swedish banger is a raw, unfiltered smack in the face that blends industrial grit with experimental chaos. Released on Börft Records, it’s the kind of album that makes you question if music should even sound like this. Spoiler alert: It absolutely should.
First off, can we talk about “Terminate”? Holy hell, this track hits harder than a steel-toed boot to the ribs. The grinding synths claw at your ears while the drum machine sounds like it was programmed during an electrical storm. You don’t just listen to this—you survive it. It sticks with me because there’s no bullshit here; it’s pure aggression wrapped in cold electronics. If you’re looking for something upbeat or chill, go elsewhere. But if you want to feel like you’re trapped inside a malfunctioning factory, crank this up and thank me later.
Then there's “Fuck The Enemy,” which lives up to its name without breaking a sweat. It’s chaotic, pissed-off, and oddly hypnotic. The vocals are spat out like venom, and the layers of distorted noise build until you're drowning in it. What I love (or hate-love) about this one is how it refuses to let you relax. Every second feels like a dare: Can you handle more? Too bad, because it doesn’t care what you think. Tracks like these remind you why industrial music exists—to shake you awake when everything else feels dead.
The rest of Fine Songs keeps the energy nasty and relentless. From the robotic march of “New Modern Machine” to the apocalyptic vibes of “Time For Distruction” (yeah, they spelled destruction wrong—deal with it), Drama doesn’t hold back. Even softer moments like “Talking About The Weather” carry an unsettling edge, like someone whispering threats under their breath.
Here’s the kicker though—why does any of this matter today? Maybe it doesn’t. Maybe Fine Songs is just another forgotten artifact from the late '80s underground. But damn, albums like this make me wonder where all the fury went. Nowadays, everyone wants polished beats and Instagrammable lyrics. Back then? Artists like Drama didn’t give two fucks about trends—they made music that felt dangerous.
So yeah, check out Fine Songs if you’ve got the guts. Just don’t expect it to play nice. Oh, and maybe invest in some earplugs. Your neighbors will hate you otherwise.
