Hates It

by Ed Muzik

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    Christchurch musician / producer / cynic ED MUZIK has released his latest e.p. “HATES IT”, a pointed, satirical response to the traumatic events his city has gone through in the last year. The name and the cover of the record are a conscious dig at the council’s “Loves It” campaign. Ed explains “it was a bit of a tipping point for me. Stiff upper lip us all well and good, but this campaign pretends that we haven’t lost anything at all. The earthquake was a disaster - we don’t need to pretend it wasn’t.”
    First single “EQC Are Looking At My House” is a Weird Al-style cover of LCD Soundsystem’s “Daft Punk Are Playing At My House” - and all the more poignant due to what happened to the band after the quake. “On the morning of the 22nd, I got a call from the promoters of the Weird Al show at the Theatre Royal. They told me that we’d be opening for Al in just a couple of weeks. Three hours later, the 6.3 hit, seriously damaging the Theatre Royal and forcing Al to cancel his show. But for 3 hours I was on top of the world.” The song itself is a daed-pan take on some of the frustrations Canterbury residents have had in their dealings with EQC bureaucracy.
    “Double Brownlee” is a none-too-subtle dig at earthquake recovery czar Gerry Brownlee, as well as a tribute to the epoch -defining trash beer of the title. What it lacks in nuance, it makes up in witty one-liners. “It’s Grim Out East” channels acid-house prophets the KLF, a hoover bass oder to the worst hit suburbs in the city’s east. The “Merivale Working Men’s Club” looks at the two Christchurchs, the haves and have nots in the divided city. Finally, “I Once Was An Orange Parka” is a piano house ballad, told from the point of view of New Zealand’s most famous piece of protective clothing.
    Ed Muzik has used the EP to channel some of his anger and frustration into something strangely positive. “Humour has been really good therapy for me, and I think people down here have really appreciated it. A guy who worked for the EQC came up to me at a pub to tell me that he really enjoyed the song.”     ... more

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released 19 September 2011

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Track Name: EQC Are Looking At My House
Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
I'll show you the cracks, kid, show you the cracks
Living in a trailer at my house, my house
I'll show you the cracks, kid, show you the cracks
Got a 15 year mortgage on my house, my house
And it’s fixed now, for 7 years
Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
You got to hear them out kid, hear them out

Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
I waited seven months and fifteen days
There’s sewage pipes for miles at my house, my house
And the neighbors can't do their washing
There's a burglar scoping out my house, my house
Because the locks don’t work on the door
Well, the EQC is looking at my house, my house
You gotta phone em up kid, phone em up

We got engineers lined up at my house, my house
And one of them is mapping the floor
Gonna need a rebuild of my house, my house
As the bricks descend from the wall
There's a freak out brewing in my house, my house
As the costs mount
Cause the EQC is looking at my house, my house
You gotta phone em up kid, phone em up

And never ever get put on hold
No never ever get put on hold
Don’t ever get put on hold, put on hold
Track Name: It's Grim Out East
Woolston, South Shore, Avonside, Styx
Aranui, New Brighton, Shirley, Avon Loop
Hillsborough, St Martins, Travis Swamp, Charlesworth
South Brighton, Queenspark, Balmoral Hill

It's grim out east, it's grim out east

Burwood, Ferrymead, Bexley, Opawa
Phillipstown, St Martins, Parklands, Pines Beach
Kaiapoi, Cowpat, Scarborough, Richmond
Bromley, Waltham, Roimata, Sumner

It's grim out east, it's grim out east

Horseshoe Lake, Linwood, Mt Pleasant, Wainoni
Dallington, Lyttelton, Clifton, Kairaki
Brooklands, Heathcote, Taylor's Mistake
Avondale, Redcliffs, St Andrew's Hill, Charleston

It's grim out east, it's grim out east
It's grim out east, it's grim out east
Track Name: Double Brownlee
Well I’m twice the man that I should be
With a flowing double chin and a beer belly
Another week filled with spouting shit
I need to kick back and relax a bit

Waddling with an enormous load
Look left, look right, just cross the road
Demo companies are the ones I favour
Potato top pies are the ones I savour

Another round of Double Brownlee
I mean, c’mon. Just how bad could I be?
I might get titchy, like a hot nor’wester
But when the clock hits 2 I have a siesta

Spend all day, spitting bull crap
I got every maccas marked on a map
Knick knack paddywhack give the dog a bone
My sausage fingers can’t use the phone

I know I’m doing well, I’m feeling the love!
The Christchurch Old Boys are my favourite club
You know I’ve got a super-phat bassline
Did I say bassline? Sorry, meant waistline

Another round of Double Brownlee
I mean, c’mon. Just how bad could I be?
I might get titchy, like a hot nor’wester
But when the clock hits 2 I have a siesta

Slugging back on a Double Brownlee
I can’t see straight, I don’t feel healthy
I’ll run this town, until I get bored
I’m your overweight, Ilam-based overlord

Tahi rua toru wha
You can walk I’ll drive the car
Rima onu whetu waru
I swear my offer is good value

I make the laws up as I go along
It doesn’t even matter if I get it wrong!
I don’t know why the peasants moan
Forget green or red, you’re in the brown zone
Track Name: I Once Was An Orange Parka
I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
Who was never made for the spotlight
Now I’ve got a story to tell

Stashed at the back of the wardrobe,
Unloved and neglected
I really came into my own
When the going got hectic

Now I long for those simple days
When all I did was stop go on motorways
When the highlight of my week was industrial safety
But things haven’t been so simple lately

The photos, the journos, reporters
Each day a bigger mob
I had no time for the people
Too busy doing my job

For week after week I never got a clean
Anyone who got near me could smell exactly where I’d been
But no-one can deny that I look good on camera
And in this day and age, well that’s all that matters

In parts of the city the smell is putrescent
But you’ve got nothing to fear if your dressed in fluorescent
They say that hi-vis is good for protection
But who ever knew it could win an election?

I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
Who was never made for the spotlight
Now I’ve got a story to tell

Stashed at the back of the wardrobe,
Unloved and neglected
I really came into my own
When the going got hectic

I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
Who was never made for the spotlight
Now I’ve got a story to tell

I once was an orange parka,
I was just a hollow shell
And I’ll spend the rest of my days
In some kind of hi-vis hell