WarePredator – Fire (Someone Lit the Ethanol)

WarePredator ignites industrial fireworks with ‘Fire’

Like a Molotov cock­tail explod­ing on the dance floor, WarePredator's new track “Fire (Someone Lit the Ethanol)” is explod­ing in my ears. As a long-time "Faderhead" fan, I imme­di­ately feel at home with this bru­tal indus­tri­al sound. The sim­il­ar­ity is unmis­tak­able, and that's exactly what makes the song so appeal­ing to me.

The bru­tal, power­ful beat relent­lessly ham­mers itself into my brain and lit­er­ally screams out to be lived out on the dance floor. I find the multi-vocal chor­us par­tic­u­larly fas­cin­at­ing, giv­ing the track an epic touch. When the word “Fire” booms through the speak­ers, I can't help but think of a whim­sic­al mix of "The Prodigy" and "Scooter" – a com­bin­a­tion that works sur­pris­ingly well.

For my taste, “Fire” is on the bor­der­line of being overly aggress­ive, but that's what makes it so appeal­ing. I highly recom­mend this ener­get­ic indus­tri­al hit to any Faderhead fan. WarePredator has cre­ated a real high­light for all indus­tri­al fans that will set the dance floors on fire.

Since the song doesn't really fit into our “New Synth Pop Songs” playl­ist, I think it's bet­ter off in “10 bands with big­ger beats than ‘The Prodigy’ that are gonna kick your ass!” of the art­icle of the same name (go dir­ectly to the Spotify playl­ist).

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Lyrics of "WarePredator – Fire (Someone Lit the Ethanol)"

Ground's shak­ing
Hands trembling
Atmosphere's cold
I've got something
A lifeline
Above me
Like Frehley
And cold gin

It soothes me
All right now
When I jump out
Near the stage lights

Set me free
and watch as I
fill my glass
And I will spit

Fire
And smoke on my water
I will not dry on the spot

Four on the floor
Gotta live it
With my heartbeat
Now off the limit
My hands and feet
Start to throw a fit
As they're pulling me
Right in the moshpit

And now the walls are
Cavin' in
As all the lights
Got me blinded

But I still try
To lay low
Flying under
Your radar

One last shot
One last shot
Fill my glass
And I will spit

Fire
And smoke on my water
I take my place on the globe
Someone lit the ethanol
And the flames get higher
I will not dry on the spot

Before I get on stage
When I'm run­ning late
Sake of celebration
One more
One more

Before I get on stage
When I'm run­ning late
Sake of celebration
One more
One more

Before I get on stage
When I'm run­ning late
Sake of celebration
One more
One more

Before I get on stage
When I'm run­ning late
Sake of celebration
One more
One more

Fire
And smoke on my water
I will not dry on the spot