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Eccomi ad affrontare una recensione degli immortali AC/DC. Molta gente si chiederà come mai questo gruppo continui ad aver successo nonostante pubblichi dischi sempre poco differenti uno dall'altro? Me lo sono chiesto anch'io e forse l'unica risposta sensata è che vengono glorificati di essere una band senza fronzoli, 4/4 fisso di batteria, gli effetti per fratelli Young non esistono e tanto tanto hard rock.
Ma ora veniamo all'album di cui parlerò : "Ballbreaker". Questo lavoro arriva alla distanza di ben 5 anni dal precedente “The Razors Edge”, e presenta una sostanziale differenza. Phil Rudd ritorna dietro le pelli a "picchiare" dopo 12 anni circa d’assenza. Per il resto niente cambia, i testi vengono scritti dai fratelli Young relegando Brian Johnson ancora una volta al solo ruolo di singer.
Arrivo al punto subito senza bisogno di tentennare : questo è un album granitico, duro, in puro stile AC/DC tanto per cambiare.
Non esiste un pezzo che faccia storcere il naso in questo disco.
Si aprono le danze con "Hard As A Rock", il testo è tutto un programma (per chi non avesse voglia di leggere basterebbe vedere il video per capire il tema), ma la canzone diventa un inno, forse non all’altezza di "Thunderstruck", ma talmente efficace da essere presente con costanza nelle setlist dei concerti.
"The Furor", "Hail Caesar", "Whiskey On The Rocks" e "Caught With Your Pants Down" sono canzoni toste adatte per spaccare le p...e ai vicini che si lamentano del volume.
In "Boogie Man" e in "Honey Roll" riemergono le radici blues che avevano contrassegnato alcuni pezzi dell’era Scott (vedi "Night Prowler").
Indimenticabile "Burnin’ Alive" caratterizzata da uno dei primi testi AC/DC avente messaggio "impegnato".
Il disco termina con la title track 4:30 di riff monòtono, e non ci poteva essere scelta più azzeccata per il nome di questa traccia e dello stesso album.
Evidentemente il viaggio per l’inferno non si è ancora concluso
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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