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Bomber Manzullo
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Bass/Lead Vocals
Boz Rivera
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Drums/Vocals
Chris Rest
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Guitar/Vocals

Download---> No Second Chance

With their self titled debut album, this San Francisco based band attempt to redefine punk rock, or at least add a new twist to the gene pool. The Other combine a clever mixture of progressive writing and arranging with a pure punk backbone.
Recorded, produced and engineered by the legendary Ryan Greene in late '96, the final product is an album that will truly stand out among the many releases of 1997.
The Other's current line up has been in existence since early 1997 when the group added Mark as second guitar. Before the addition of Mark, the band had been together as a three piece since 1995. Chris and Bomber began their punk careers together in 1983 playing with the "almost legendary" punk band RKL.
The Other are currently on hiatus and pursuing individual projects.


The Other

Review
Review by: Scott Hefflon of Lollipop Magazine - Issue #41.

By the middle of the lead off track, "Haight Street Girl," it's pretty obvious you aren't listening to just another melodic punk band on one of the many labels raping the profits from a glutted market. The Other is special, distinctive in a way that, when stated, sounds like it could totally suck if it weren't done right. Luckily, it is. The Other combine a damn good understanding of punk with an appreciation of, ya know, rock. The opening chords are reminiscent of "Smells Like Teen Spirit," kick into something similar to Foreigner's "Cold as Ice" (but with Rush-esque drumming and bass licks), then follows with an "Ahh, Ahhh" chorus. From there, verses, choruses, sub-choruses, and bridges all spark various near-forgotten rock memories, while never actually being derivative themselves. It's important to realize this is punk band (one that could make the word mean something again, if you'll excuse my foul mood), yet one that doesn't follow the traditional punk formats. A little Jane's Addiction here, a TV theme kinda feel there, some guitar work that'd make post-glam Rogaine-users nostalgic, all tied together by obviously talented musicians and a distinctive vocal intonation I can't quite place. At times kinda Bracket, at others, ahem, slightly Screaming Jets, but honestly individual unto itself. (I'm grasping at straws for reference points, you understand.) Part jellybean, part prog rock, part punkpop anthem, The Other deserves their name. With former members of the "almost legendary" punk band RKL, recently losing a guitarist to Lagwagon, and being produced (yet not at all overproduced) by Ryan Greene, it's inspiring to see just how rock punk rock can still be.
Lyrics

Haight Street Girl
Once And For All
Cafes And Bombs
No Second Chance
Not So Bad
High School Drop Out Reunion
Nothing's Sacred
Blood On Your Hands
Hippie Song
What I Will Be
Know This


Lyrics
Haight Street Girl - 3:53

Hell's a shopping mall
A roach motel where people crawl
To die off in their molds
Pathetic, mindless, and uncontrolled
And I've misunderstood
In thinking what's inside
Could make me good
And now, the time has come
To leave this dark suburban slum.
Someday I'll break these chains of silence,
That gag and bridle me.
And then I'll grab the reins,
Defiance!
No grounds for apathy.
Purity and innocence have gone.
Her faith had been betrayed,
With a preacher's hand up in her legs.
And now the time has come,
Revenge is sweet and will be done.
Someday I'll break these chains of silence,
That gag and bridle me.
And then I'll grab the reins,
Defiance!
No grounds for apathy.
I won't be shot down living in honesty.
But if I had the chance,
I'd rent out a room in the lower Haight,
Above a hip cafe.
Get branded, tatooed, and I'd pierce my face,
Then I'd change my name.
I'd join up and star in an all girl band,
And tour the States out of a van.
Only smile when it rains.
Someday I'll break these chains of silence,
That gag and bridle me.
And then I'll grab the reins,
Defiance!
No grounds for apathy.
I won't be shot down living in honesty.
But if I had the chance,
I'd rent out a room in the lower Haight,
Above a hip cafe.
Get branded, tatooed, and I'd pierce my face,
Then I'd change my name.
I'd join up and star in an all girl band,
And tour the States out of a van.
Only smile when it rains.
I'd rent out a room in the lower Haight
Above a hip cafe
Get branded, tatooed, and I'd pierce my face,
Then I'd change my name.
I'd join up and star in an all girl band,
And tour the States out of a van.
Only smile when it rains.

Once And For All - 2:05

We stood and watched the buildings burn
The excerpts of beatings 'til our stomachs turned.
They will kick you down, man,
Just to watch you fall.
To suffocate within the walls,
The system built around us is sure to fall...
Once And For All.
Your appetite is craving food for thought, provoking.
Your huddled masses can't seem to feed their minds.
There is a weapon no one can see.
In every town and every street,
They call it segragation...
Of you and me, yeah.
Is it getting to hard now to try?
Asking too much in asking why.
Soon we'll see the masses will act for retribution.
If I've spoken out of turn,
It does not mean that what I've said was wrong.
I feel I'm speaking for the all,
Who suffocate within walls.
The system built around us will finally fall...
Once And For All.
Once And For All, sure to fall.
Once And For All, sure to fall.
Once And For All!

Cafes And Bombs - 3:23

Did you hear a plane went down today?
Another half caf decaf soy latte,
With foam.
Should I pay a dollar,
For the same old shit,
Just smaller?
Could it be possibly,
A sign of times that we see?
Haven't we seen enough,
Excerpts from hell?
Can't see myself, man,
'Cause my reflection's gone.
Somebody drop bombs.
Mother Nature demands an answer.
She's infected with man like cancer cells.
Can't free myself from believing nothing's wrong.
Somebody else is the reason nobody's getting along.
High time we realized it's the same old song... gone.
Shall we build a better bomb?
Haven't we seen enough Cafes and Bombs?

No Second Chance - 3:17

Feeling mechanical and blind.
Same old routine that is your life.
Work for so hard and so long through the years,
Slipping from your fingertips,
You watched the dreams you had fall into fear.
You can't go back in time to change the past.
No more regrets or looking back.
The justification for freedom to try,
Everyday that'd slip away,
Your retrospect is spite.
I guess we all should feel oblidged.
There is no use in fighting while your hands are tied.
Humiliation, anger and shame.
Apathetic martyr,
Toiling in memories you hate.
Single parent of 3 children.
Foster father so vindictive.
I'm dictating whilst I tutor,
My fulfillment forcing future.
Goals composed of my infliction.
My jaded views of contradiction.
Every day that they grow older,
Mold my children into soldiers.
They will carry out my orders.
Hand me down chips on their shoulders.
I'm your king, I'm your arbitraitor.
I will reign inside your minds forever!

Not So Bad - 3:50

When we were young we came across so bold,
And moments passed so fast that yesterday was old.
Responsibility was nothing more,
Than bumming change for beer or five bucks at the door.
Could it be that to somehow belong,
Meant just to prolong death.
In retrospect the summer seemed so long,
'Cause every conversation lived to see the dawn.
Steel toed Martens and familiar laughs.
Sometimes I swear I still can hear the broken glass.
Could it be to finally belong,
Meant just to grow stronger.
It's Not So Bad you know,
Not So Bad.
If all we have to show is how we lived,
We know we lived it all out.
Though certain things about us all may change,
That crazy misfit lives inside me just the same.
All the friends we loved who now have passed,
Who've shown us what's a waste of time,
And what won't last.
Could it be to finally belong,
Meant to just prolong death.
It's Not So Bad you know,
Not So Bad.
If all we have to show is how we lived,
We know we lived it all out.
It's Not So Bad you know,
Not So Bad.
Man, if all we have to show is how we lived,
We know we lived it all.
In looking back the summer seemed so long,
'Cause every conversation lived to see the dawn.
Responsibility was nothing more,
Than bumming change for beer or five bucks at the door.
Could it be to finally belong,
Meant to just prolong death.
It's Not So Bad you know,
Not so bad.
If all we have to show is how we lived,
We know we lived it all out.
It's Not So Bad you see,
Not so bad.
Man, if all we've grown to be,
Is there for one another than it's okay.

High School Drop Out Reunion - 2:20

Sitting back thinking about the way the world has become,
Everyone seems to regret everything under the sun.
Time passes and you finally think you know what you want,
Never really thought that things would have to change.
Sometime we'd go,
We'd drive around 'til we finally found the place to be at.
But some passed on,
Just ain't the same now that they've gone.
And we, we were bored,
We dropped out in '84.
And I nearly died,
We watched so much time passing by.
Everything changes.
The winners then are the losers now,
We still made it.
The scene's still strong.
The youth of today will carry on.
Drop outs will belong!
Let's have a party for the High School Drop Out Reunion.
Let's toast and celebrate the way we found our freedom.
We'd hang around the schoolground day after day,
Skate around and wait for the bands to play.
There was so much for us all to hold on to those days,
When everybody played!

Nothing's Sacred - 2:48

High technology has overtaken,
All of our lives.
Fiber optic communication,
Big brother's eyes.
Left wide open with fascination,
The networking grows.
Out of hand with the world frustration,
Until nobody knows,
Nobody knows,
Who's in control.
Can't sleep at all,
Someone's watching.
From inside the walls,
Always watching.
Privacy is gone,
Inside my home.
Soon they'll know my thoughts,
Never alone.
We, the people, in order to save what is left of this
nation, must stand strong to take back our rights.
I feel like stepping back in time,
To the place where it was safe enough to hide.
Nothing's Sacred.
Nothing's Sacred now.
Nothing's Sacred.
Nothing's Sacred.

Blood On Your Hands - 3:06

They have made you afraid to be true to yourself unashamed.
It's not unusual to feel this way,
Inside a world so insecure with so much doubt - all around.
Trapped in our minds a committee decides,
And debates how we'll govern our lives.
Jurors derived from the systems contrived,
Point of view to enable control over you and I.
Can mankind survive?
Is to live up to a lie.
You're numb from drugs,
lobotamized.
The passive means that cry out suicide.
Tell me why?
Jody denied herself of her life,
Marionette puppet bride.
Now she swings from a different string,
Hanging in peace swinging from side to side.
Learning from all that has died,
Don't miss the one chance that could be your life.
Yesterday's a memory,
Tomorrow's still something that is yet to be.
Wish we could all fall asleep and wake up when it's over.
Relish the moment 'cause now's really all that we have.
Blood Is On Your Hands!

Hippie Song - 1:34

Independant record man,
20 million teenage fans,
Has the money torn your hands from your dreams?
I'm seeing what I see.
Disolution of partnerships,
Don't sound much like you, you have to admit.
So proposterous seems to be.
You became the very man you used to believe brought us down.
I see the thorns in your gold crown.

What I Will Be - 2:54

The time will come before you know,
To come of age.
You're growing up and choose to live in your own way.
Another future has been planned,
A legacy.
Inside your heart it's wrong,
Tearing apart at the seams.
I will decide What I Will Be.
And I will kick and I will scream.
I ran away to see how long it took for you to look for me.
The family I have come to know,
I'd written off.
My extended family was made of kids,
Who too were lost.
And side by side we know our dreams can stay alive.
Inside that special place that someday you'll recognize.
I will decide What I Will Be.
I will be heard, and will be seen.
It's obvious to me you never took the time to look for me.

Know This - 3:28

Somewhere I heard the ringing in your ears.
Meant someone you love can feel you so near.
That would be alright if it were true,
'Cause then I'd know you'd feel me thinking of you.
Just in case it isn't so,
Know This...
I may not say enough,
Most times I say too much,
For me to take it back,
So give me one more chance,
So please give me a ring about any old thing.
It hurts much worse to not say anything,
To someone about nothing.
It makes them no one much at all.
I never was too big on sentiment.
My sensitivity was crude and selfish.
Somewhere down the line I hope you know,
The time we had meant more than I may have shown.
Just in case it isn't so,
Know This...
I may not say enough,
Most times I say too much,
For me to take it back,
So give me one more chance,
So please give me a ring about any old thing.
It hurts much worse to not say anything,
To someone about nothing.
It makes them no one much at all.
At all.
Was all too much and much too fast.
Was all too much and much too fast.
Was all too much and much too fast.
Was all too much and much too fast.


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