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Gli AC/DC hanno l'enorme fortuna di avere una schiera di fan disposti non solo a comprare ogni loro album, ma incapace di rendersi conto della sua bruttezza. E questo accade dal 1980. Perché purtroppo gli AC/DC dopo Back In Black sono diventati semplicemente ridicoli, adatti, come solo i Guns 'N Roses più di loro, allo status di "band amata da coloro che si spacciano per grandi fans del Ruock". Il problema è che Angus & co. hanno capito che ogni album che avrebbero fatto avrebbe fruttato suon di danari per un gruppo ormai morto e sepolto. e cosi Flick On The Switch, Fly On The Wall, Blow Up Your Video, The Razor's Edge, Ballbreaker, Stiff Upper Lip, Black Ice. E Non è detto che le cacche siano finite. Scelgo Ballbreaker sostanzialmente per due motivi: è stato recensito solo una volta, e positivamente, e perché è forse il più brutto della band aborigena.
Ma cosa dire di Rompipall... ehm, Ballbreaker?
Diciamo che la canzone traino è rappresentata da Hard As A Rock; decisamente più brutta del più umile dei brani dell'era Scott. Un riff pallosissimo e un testo allucinantemente banale ci "accompagneranno" per quattro minuti e mezzo. Anzi no, ben di più, perché seguono due suoi perfetti cloni: Cover in Your Oil e Furor. Brani nei quali le urla del pasciuto Johnson denotano tutto il suo (poco) talento. Tralasciamo quel patetico tentativo di tornare alle origini rappresentato da quell assurdo blues di Boogie Man. Già sentita mille volte anche Honey Roll, che però risulta meno disgustosa dei predecessori. Discorso analogo per Burnin' Alive. Degli irritanti coretti ci tormentano pe Hail Caesar. Identica a mezza discografia Love Bomb. Caught With Your Pants Down è come al solito dominata dalla nauseante voce di Brian. Evito di parlare di Wiskey On The Rock per non ripetere sempre la stessa storia. Segue Ballbreaker, sincero omaggio all'album.
Sono passati ben 51 minuti da quando abbiamo messo su il ciddì. Un'ora di disgusto totale. precisiamo cosa porta questo album ad essere così palloso:
1. Le urla, mai così sgraziate, di uno dei peggiori vocalist del genere
2. L'inavvertibile basso di Cliff Williams
3. l'incredibile piattezza delle canzoni e il fatto che siano tutte uguali tra di loro
4. La bruttissima copertina
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Cover You in Oil (04:32)
I like to slip into something good
I see a young girl in the neighborhood
The way she move, I must confess
I like to run my hands up and down her legs
The way she dress, she look so fine
I'll make her wet, I'll make her mine [Gonna make her mine]
She like it hard, she like it slow [She don't like it slow]
All right honey, come on lets go
Baby, what you want, it's the way she move [Baby, feel what you want]
Feel what you need, come on let's go [Baby, feel what you need]
Cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil]
Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
[Yeah]
Pull on the zip, she give good lip service
It's nothing for the show, I just pay to see her go
She make you hot, you spray your lot
[So] Comin' in honey, we're headin' to the top
The way she push, don't give a dime [she don't give a dime]
Abuse your life, gonna make you satisfied
She's kinda rough, she give it tough
Come on honey and strut your stuff
Baby [feel] what you want, it's the way she move
[Baby,] Feel what you need, come on let's go
Cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil [Cover you in oil]
Let me cover you in oil [I wanna cover you in oil]
Cover you in oil [Let me cover you in oil]
[Let's go
Ooooh yeah
Yeeeeeeeah
Baby what you want
It's the way she move me
Feel what you need
So come on let's go - yeah
Cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Let me cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil
I wanna cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Let me cover you in oil
Cover you in oil
Cover you
In oil ]
03 The Furor (04:10)
Kick the dust, wipe the crime from the street
Await the coming of the Lord
Hangin' round with them low down and dirty
Bringing order from the boss
What's the furor 'bout it all
Leave you pantin' bust your balls
Kicked around, messed about, get your hands dirty
On the killin' floor
I'm your furor
I'm your furor baby
Frame of mind, cross the line to a new state
I can shake the law
Find a mine, gonna build me a new place
No knockin' door to door
I'm your furor
I'm your furor baby
What's your furor
I'm your furor baby
Bring on the furor
I'm your furor
What's your furor baby
Feel the furor
I'm your furor baby
I'm your furor
What's your furor baby
Feel the furor
You're my furor
I'm your furor
06 Burnin' Alive (05:05)
Burnin' alive, set my soul on fire
Runnin' with a gun, this place is gonna burn
No firewater, or novocaine
No thunderstorm, no John Wayne
No kids to rock, nowhere to run
So watch out, 'cause this place is gonna burn
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
They be smokin' your hide, come runnin' wild
Tell you nothin' to fear, cause the buck stops here
He came from a little town called Hope
And someday maybe, it'll go up in smoke
No firewater, or novocaine
No thunderstorm, no John Wayne
No kids to rock, nowhere to run
So watch out, 'cause this place is gonna burn
CHORUS:
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
It's an all out war, an all out war
Burnin' alive, burnin' alive
Somewhere, there's a little town called Hope
And someday maybe baby, he'll inhale that smoke
CHORUS
(Watch the place burn down)
07 Hail Caesar (05:14)
He be the count of Monte Cristo
Could be a quake any day
Maybe somebody from Siam
Begin the era of a new rage
Keeps lickin' all the honey
Chewin' up the fat he rakes
Instead of sending to the lions
They cover him with praise
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swinging in the chariot
Around and around we go
The senators rehearse the tale
Starring in the coliseum
Tied upon the rack
Up comes the thumb of Cesar
To stab you in the back
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
All hail Cesar, Hail, Hail!
Down at the epicenter
Things started heatin' up
Rockin' on the richter scale
Swingin' in the chariot
Around and around we go
the Senators rehearse the tale
"Watch out Cesar, watch out Cesar"
[I said hail, I said hail!
I said Hail, I said Hail!
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail
Hail ]
[All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
All hail Cesar, hail, hail!
You need eyes in the back of your head boy,
or you're dead.]
11 Ballbreaker (04:31)
Breakin' balls, Bangin' walls
Work hard and tough, and I want some rough
Unpack my bags, and take a drag
When bang on nine, and [I'm] dead on time
Open up the door
And lay upon the floor
She open her overcoat
Livin' out her dreams
Rippin' off my jeans
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Engine roll, and time to go
A razorback, a hog attack
[I'm] Buildin' steam, [for] whippin' cream
She likes a fat, smokin' stack
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
She said, Honey shoot your load [Honey shoot your load]
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Yeah
Wreckin' ball, let it roll
You are a Ballbreaker
Buildin' steam, for whippin' cream
You are a Ballbreaker
Hangin' off her legs
She threw me on the bed
Her hand went for my throat
As I began to choke
Honey shoot your load
You are a Ballbreaker
You are a Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
Ballbreaker
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Di Mandrocker
Questo è un album granitico, duro, in puro stile AC/DC tanto per cambiare.
In 'Boogie Man' e 'Honey Roll' riemergono le radici blues che avevano contrassegnato alcuni pezzi dell’era Scott.
