N.O.M. (short for Nuevo Orden Mundial or New World Order) is Bunbury’s tongue-in-cheek critique of modern complacency. The Australian rocker invites you to sip “té verde de jazmín” and swallow the smooth sermons of self-proclaimed gurus while the real puppeteers pull every string behind the curtain. Between images of a never-closing brothel and the ground trembling beneath your feet, Bunbury mocks our demands for luxury “in prime-time” even as we blindly obey and bark on command.
The chorus drives the point home: society expects obedience, not brilliance. If we stay distracted, the only stage we will ever earn is one where we howl like dogs. N.O.M. is therefore both a sardonic anthem and a wake-up call, urging listeners to question who sets the rules, who profits from our routines, and how much of our talent is being squandered while the so-called New World Order keeps smiling, confident we “don’t know how to appreciate” what is really happening.