![]() ![]() The diplomatic sense of "body of persons sent to a foreign land on commercial or political business" is from 1620s in American English, sometimes "a foreign legation or embassy, the office of a foreign envoy" (1805). Meaning "an organized effort for the spread of religion or for enlightenment of a community" is by 1640s that of "a missionary post or station" is by 1769. Mess-locker "a small locker on shipboard for holding mess-gear" is by 1829.ġ590s, "a sending abroad" (as an agent), originally of Jesuits, from Latin missionem (nominative missio) "act of sending, a dispatching a release, a setting at liberty discharge from service, dismissal," noun of action from past-participle stem of mittere "to release, let go send, throw," which de Vaan traces to a PIE *m(e)ith- "to exchange, remove," also source of Sanskrit methete, mimetha "to become hostile, quarrel," Gothic in-maidjan "to change " he writes, "From original 'exchange', the meaning developed to 'give, bestow'. Mess-kit "the cooking- and table-utensils of a camp, with the chest in which they are kept" is by 1829. Mess-hall "area where military personnel eat and socialize" is by 1832. Meaning "excrement" (of animals) is from 1903. General use for "a quantity" of anything is attested by 1830. The sense of "mixed food," especially "mixed food for animals" (1738), probably is what led to the contemptuous colloquial use of mess for "a jumble, a mixed mass" (1828) and the figurative sense of "state of confusion, a situation of disorder" (1834), as well as "condition of untidiness" (1851). Meaning "a communal eating place" (especially a military one) is attested by 1530s, from the earlier sense of "a company of persons eating together at the same table" (early 15c.), originally a group of four. For sense evolution, compare early Middle English sonde "a serving of food or drink a meal or course of a meal," from Old English sond, sand, literally "a sending," the noun form of send (v.). 1300, "a supply or provision of food for one meal," from Old French mes "portion of food, course at dinner," from Late Latin missus "course at dinner," literally "a placing, a putting (on a table, etc.)," from past participle of mittere "to put, place," in classical Latin "to send, let go" (see mission). Of inverted psychedelia and jet black – fucking appalling – enlightenment waiting for you.C. But steady your nerve, delve into their metallic, acid stripped, pig-fuck grooves and you will find a chaotic world Starting with a bludgeoning, left of centre, Amphetamine Reptile punk take on The Stooges that laughs in the face of more recent flat white-sipping, pantywaisted post rock and post hardcore innovations and instead concentrates on a caustic, clangorous, bone-cracking assault on all that is right and proper. “Terrible, terrible bastards The Shits are here with all the spiritually uplifting, life affirming, serotonin boosting properties of a dark amber, ammonia stinking, three-day rave piss, in the form of new transmission, You’re A Mess. don't take our word for it, this what The Quietus’s John Doran says this about the album: Psych-rock is dead, and The Shits are the executioners. Listen to this album and you will believe once again in catharsis by way of heavy amplification. Yet The Shits worship no heroes, obeying a thanatotic urge that sees no separation between death and glory. ![]() If these grimy dirges and salvos of horror have a precedent, it’s in the menacing audial lineage that connects Fun House through the AmRep label, Brainbombs and Drunk In Hell - the process where relentless negativity is alchemically transformed into profane primal salvation. ![]() Contained within these eight feral exorcisms is a merciless assault of Stoogian/stygian riffage, gloriously purgatorial abjection and intimidating aggro that takes a garage-rock blueprint and grinds its face in the dirt. ‘You’re A Mess’ - the second album from Leeds’ filthiest sons - is a staggering assault of invective fit to reignite your ire, and a sound that constitutes a real and present threat to life and limb. That’s unless you’re listening to The Shits. Living standards plummet, lies carry the same currency as truth, and rock music - that racket that once served as countercultural force and revolutionary fire - has been neutered and subsumed into nullity. Life in the 2020s thus far has been a litany of crushing indignities at best. ![]()
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