Virgin

Give me a joystick | Take me to warships

I’m a virgin | with a pink gun

The last silo | wants to lay low

Upgrade police force | Dressed in camo

 

A hand floating around killing people.

A drone flying around, stealing land.

 

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A hand floating around killing people

A drone buzzing around, carpet bombing

 

I want to be free from the violence that surrounds me

Give me the key to the oxygen in the coffin.

 

Ambushed by our nature

History repeating itself

Spread your legs, there’s no place like home

On a pornoshoot

 

Ambushed by our nature

 

I’m a virgin

in a VR headset

Show me the army

occupy me

Music & Lyrics

Chapter 1

Kuwaisiana’s, Chapter 1, is an awesomely interesting release by an equally intriguing band from New Orleans with bridges to Kuwait who combine the vernacular of topics between there and the US southern region. They cross bread everything from Cajun to Pop music in their combination of styles that never leave out the two areas in which they’re grounded, yet they have a universal appeal in the process. Chapter 1 wins on that premise alone.” James McQuiston, Editor at NeuFutur

Drawing fitfully from their surrounds, the septet’s sonics are bolstered by bursts of brass and the lilt of (apparently synthesized) accordion, conjuring a rootsy, Cajun vibe around +Aziz’s raw, DIY-rock approach. At the best moments, a barn-storming, street-party abandon overcomes these slightly flat, self-produced recordings… But there is a potent spice found amid this audio stew. Split into two “sides” — the first in Arabic, the second English — the lyrics on “Chapter 1” carry subtle weight as a reflection on the modern Arab experience.” Martin Wingham, Arab News

Given the current banal state of popular music, an album and a band like Kuwaisiana are just the tonic that is needed… So here’s to Kuwaisiana for treading new ground and charting a new path. In a musical landscape that sometimes feels too cookie-cutter and too safe, Kuwaisiana are paving new ground, and hot damn, it is awe-inspiring.” Greg Robson, Step Inside This House