Ministry – Eureka Pile

This album is either loved or hated, just as Filth Pig. I feel the complete opposite about this album, than how I feel about Psalm 69. Dark Side has a great opener with Bad Blood early in the album, which gives high hopes for a great album, but it quickly goes down hill with every song after wards being a disaster. Even though I find this album to be a complete waste of time (Other than Bad Blood, which happens to be a favorite of mine) I’ve uploaded it anyway for the handful of requests for it I’ve received in the past and for new fans of the band to witness and grow their own opinion of what Al wrote when strung out on heroin. I seem to find myself each time I run away Don’t give me vivid in some yester body (selling) days ? Sometimes they reappear just like the sands of time Or d’ya like some quick sand baby running off my summer wine Same faces broken homes Those memories have fled All tears within me now are dormant or dead My viens are bursting with a thirst that you cannot ignore Alright Eureka’s Pile Now my saviour, or my whore There’s a lot that they don’t mind when things aren’t what they seem I always wake up baby cos I always wake up me My life may ain’t come to much Ignore my history Least my Eureka Pile can see some way I feel Ain’t the way I see [* 2] My Eureka Pile and me.
Video Rating: 4 / 5