Title: Madness Genre: Britpop [Intro] [Fast, driving drum beat kicks in instantly. A jangly, clean electric guitar plays a descending riff twice, before being joined by heavy, distorted rhythm guitars and a melodic, punching bassline. The energy is high and urgent.] [Verse 1] [Vocals delivered in a slightly snotty, observational tone with a distinct UK accent. The guitars chug along rhythmically.] Monday morning, grey sky warning, missed the 8:15 Another day, another pound, chasing the same old dream The fella in the pinstripe suit is shouting down his phone He’s selling souls to pay the tolls on things he’ll never own Everyone’s running, but nobody’s moving ahead. [Pre-Chorus] [The drums get busier, building tension. Guitars swell with slight feedback.] The telly’s blaring bad news The papers tell me what to choose I think I’ve blown a fuse… [Chorus] [Explosion of sound. Anthemic, "wall of sound" production. Crash cymbals and layers of fuzzy guitars. Backing vocals shout along with the main line.] Oh, it’s madness! Sheer bloody madness! It’s creeping in the walls and it’s filling up the street It’s madness! Absolute madness! Did the whole world lose the plot, or is it just me? (Yeah, is it just me?) [Verse 2] [Music drops back to the driving rhythm of Verse 1. Bass guitar is prominent in the mix.] Down the local by Friday night to drown away the noise Same old faces telling lies to the same old sad terrace boys We talk about the glory days that we never really had And drink until the modern world doesn't seem quite so bad. [Pre-Chorus] [Building tension again.] The landlord’s calling time now We’re standing in the rain somehow I think I’ve blown a fuse… [Chorus] [Huge, stadium-filling sound. High energy.] Oh, it’s madness! Sheer bloody madness! It’s creeping in the walls and it’s filling up the street It’s madness! Absolute madness! Did the whole world lose the plot, or is it just me? [Bridge] [Tempo slows slightly. The heavy guitars drop out, leaving a swirling, psychedelic guitar effect and a heavy bass groove. Vocals sound more desperate and echoed.] Maybe I should pack it in Move down to the seaside coast Buy a little caravan And give up up on the ghost... [Drum fill builds rapidly. Guitars screech with feedback.] NAH! [Guitar Solo] [A chaotic, noisy, but melodic guitar solo. Lots of string bending and distortion pedal fuzz, reminiscent of Graham Coxon or early Oasis.] [Chorus] [Maximum volume. Everything playing at once.] It’s madness! Sheer bloody madness! It’s creeping in the walls and it’s filling up the street It’s madness! Absolute madness! Did the whole world lose the plot, or is it just me? [Outro] [Driving beat continues. Lead vocalist repeating phrases while ad-libbing shouts.] It’s all madness, you know what I mean? (Madness! Madness!) Living in a fever dream! (Madness! Madness!) Get me off this ride! [Final thundering drum roll. The band crashes on one final, sustained chord that rings out into amplifier feedback before cutting abruptly.]
