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Quando ho comprato questo disco, il secondo per il gruppo bostoniano, sinceramente non mi "ispirava" tanto, vuoi per le recensioni non troppo positive su giornali o siti internet, vuoi perchè dopo il botto di "Dream On" è tutto passato in secondo piano, comunque quando ho visto il cd su una bancarella a Genova non ho resistito.
Il prodotto esce nel 1974, gli Aerosmith continuavano ad esibirsi nei club e in America erano ancora freschi del successo della ballata "Dream On", a parer mio questo disco è stato snobbato perchè non conteneva canzoni così gettonate, anche se in realtà non è verissimo perchè comunque "Season of Wither" non ha poi molto da invidiare alla già citata "Dream On". Qui i brani dispongono di un sound più aggressivo del primo disco e in più si prende una direzione verso un sound hard rock, il quale scoppierà nel seguente "Toys in the Attic".
Lasciamo questa introduzione e cominciamo la recensione. Il lavoro si apre con "Same Old Song and Dance", la quale possiede un bellissimo riff di chitarra e già dall'inizio ci fa capire quanto sia maturato il gruppo, specialmente il chitarrista solista Joe Perry, che esegue assoli molto più frequentemente, Steven Tyler inizia ad avere la sua caratteristica voce, anche se ne siamo ancora lontani da quella attuale, la track ha anche una buona sezione di fiati per far sentire ancora più ulteriormente il blues, a questo pezzo segue "Lord of the Thighs", la quale è forse il momento di quest'album che mi piace di meno pur essendo tutt' altro che brutta, è troppo ripetitiva e non rimane impressa per nessuna qualità, bisogna ammettere però che questa canzone dal vivo si trasforma completamente, si continua con la semi ballata "Spaced", con riff abbastanza potenti e un Tyler che ci presenta una delle sue migliori prestazioni: parte calmo per arrivare a una tonalità di voce molto alta, da tenere conto anche del bel lavoro di batteria.
Arriva ora uno dei momenti più belli dell' album, si tratta di "Woman of the World", la quale come struttura ricorda "Movin'Out" del primo album, la song è veramente bella, con il pesante e potente riff iniziale e poi il cantato di Mr. Tyler prima calmo e poi più tirato come il resto della canzone; da notare anche l'influenza blues e se questa assomiglia a "Movin' out", "S.O.S." assomiglia in tutto e per tutto a "Somebody", ma qui l' effetto è più duro ancora e il ritmo ti trascina insieme alla band.
Delle schitarrate da parte di Whitford e gli assoli di Perry introducono "Train Kept a Rollin'", la canzone è una cover degli Yardbirds e il quintetto gli rende omaggio come meglio non poteva e qui Perry è veramente ispirato; da notare che a metà canzone sono stati inseriti degli applausi, i quali la fanno sembrare più live; stessa cosa per "Season of Wither" che inizia con degli urli di disapprovazione del pubblico: "Buuuuuuh!" e poi inizia il riff di chitarra acustica eseguito da Steven Tyler, il quale esegue la miglior prestazione del disco, acuti a volontà per una canzone veramnte eccezionale, arriva l'ultimo pezzo, "Pandora' s Box", che a me piace un sacco, è il momento più hard rock del disco, in cui gli Aerosmith dai riff assomigliano persino ai Deep Purple e il cantato scandito di Tyler ci regala una prestazione degna di lui e così chiudiamo in bellezza.
Un disco che a parer mio è molto sottovalutato perchè concretizza e migliora ciò che di buono era stato creato nel precedente lavoro, inoltre tutti i componenti della band sono migliorati e gli anni dopo gli Aerosmith entreranno nell' olimpo del rock.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Same Old Song and Dance (03:53)
Get yourself a cooler lay yourself low
Coincidental murder with nothing to show
The judge constipation will go to his head
And his wife's aggravation you're soon enough dead
It's the same old story
Same old song and dance my friend... sing it
(It's the same old story)
(Same old song and dance my friend)
Yeah... gotcha with the cocaine they found wit'chor gun
No smoothy face lawyer to get'cha undone
You say love ain't the same on the south side of town
You could look but you ain't gonna find it around
Same old story
Same old song and dance my friend
It's the same old story
Same old story same old song and dance
Listen... When your fate starts knockin'
Doors start lockin'
Your old time connection
Change your direction
You ain't gonna change it
Can't rearrange it
Can't stand the pain when
It's all the same to you my friend
Yeah it's true... my friend.... wak gi gi goa
Come on come on come on come on... yeah
When you're low down and dirty from walkin' the street
Wit'chor old hurdy gurdy and no one to meet
You say love ain't the same the south side a town
You could look but you ain't gonna find it around
Same old story
Same old song and dance my friend
It's the same old story
Same old story same old song and dance... eah yeah eah yeah...
02 Lord of the Thighs (04:14)
down to who knows who, just to socialize
I'm waiting for my girls, when you caught my eyes
you got no way to make a man
honey you got to understand
I'm your man, child, lord of the thighs!
well, well, lordy my God, what do we got here
she's flashin' 'cross the floor, make it perfectly clear
you're the bait and you're the hook
someone bound to take a look
I'm your man, child, lord of the thighs!
you must've come here to find it
you've got the look in your eyes
although you really don't mind it
I am the lord of your thighs!
03 Spaced (04:21)
Spaced in time child of nine
Doin' twenty years on the way
Fire and steel earth unreal
Find another planet to stay
Papa died ma survived
Tellin' me about her ordeal
And the soul she could not feel
'Cause they made her so unreal
Lightnin' years disappears
Twenty million years on my brain
Synthesize overrides
Tryin' to keep from goin' insane
And my soul I can not feel
'Cause they made me so unreal....uuuh yeah yea
Spaced enough to know I feel there's nothin' out there
Spaced enough to know I feel I really don't care
Spaced enough to feel I'm really losin' my mind
And I'm never never never never ever goin' back
I'm off the track no one even knows I'm alive
Spaced without a trace
Waitin' for the word to arrive
I'm the last man to survive
05 S.O.S. (Too Bad) (02:51)
Stagecoach lady hourglass body
Makin' things glow in the night
Well she would if she could
And she'd be good if she would
Only be a lover she'd be out tonight
'Cause I'm a bad a lonely school-boy and I'm a rat
And it's too bad can't get me none of that
Salt Lake City salt lickin' biddies bogus honey stinkin' a gin
Well my daddy was hard his face was pretty scarred from kickin' ass
And playin' poker to win
'Cause I'm a bad lonely school-boy and I'm a rat
And it's too bad can't get me none of that
It's too bad
And it's too bad can't get me none of that
Loose old lady my mama Katie chivalry was born at her feet
Well she shoulda' thought twice when pa showed his dice
At night she put my daddy to sleep
'Cause I'm a bad a lonely school-boy and I'm a rat
And it's too bad can't get me none of that
It's too bad Lord it's too bad
I said it's too bad Lord it's too bad... yea
I said it's too bad it's too bad
You know it's too bad... aaahh it's too bad
06 Train Kept a Rollin' (05:33)
Well on a train I met a dame
She rather handsome, we kinda looked the same
She was pretty from New York City
I'm walkin down that old fair lane
I'm in heat, I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
With a heave and a ho
But I just couldn't tell her so, no no no
Well get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so, no no no
Yeah, train I met a dame
She rather handsome we kinda looked the same
A she were pretty from New York City
I'm walkin down that old fair lane
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her so
I said train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
I'm in heat with a h*e
But I just couldn't tell her, na na na na
Well get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way get along
Sweet little woman get along
On your way
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her
Well we made a stop in Albuquerque
She musta thought I was a real cool jerk
Climbin off the train and lookin handsome
Lookin so good jack couldn't let it go
Ooooh but I just couldn't tell her so
I said train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
Train kept a rollin all night long
I'm in heat I'm in love
But I just couldn't tell her, na na no
07 Seasons of Wither (05:38)
Blues hearted lady sleepy was she
Love for the devil brought her to me
Seas of a thousand drawn to her sin
Seasons of Wither holdin me in
Ooh woe is me I feel so badly for you
Ooh woe is me I feel so sadly for you
In time bound to lose your mind
Live on borrowed time
Take the wind right out of your sail
Fireflies dance in the heat of
Hound dogs that bay at the moon
My ship leaves in the midnight
Can't say I'll be back too soon
They awaken far far away
Heat of my candle shows me the way
Seas of a thousand drawn to her sin
Seasons of Wither holdin me in
Ooh woe is me I feel so badly for you
Ooh woe is me I feel so sadly for you
In time bound to lose your mind
Live on borrowed time
Take the wind right out of your sail
08 Pandora's Box (05:43)
When I'm in heat and someone gets a notion
I jump to my feet, I hoof it to the ocean
We hit a beach where no one gives a hoot
Nobody never ever wears a suit
The ladies there, they look so proud
That's 'cause they know that they've been so well endowed
Now, I ain't much for Fannie's conversation
Or care too much about her operation
But every time Pandora comes my way
I get high, can't explain the sensation
To get it on I gotta watch what I say
Or I'll catch hell from the women's liberation
(chorus)
Sweet Pandora
God-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a for me
Sweet Pandora
God-like aura
Smell like a flora
Open up your door-a for me
Sweet Pandora
Mama crack a smile for me, just for me yeah
Just for me, just for me yeah
Just for me, just for me yeah
Just for me, just for me yeah
Now I ain't what you'd call a city slicker
Or claim to fame to be a slitty licker
But every time Pandora comes my way
I get high, can't explain the sensation
To get it on I gotta watch what I say
Or I'll catch hell from the women's liberation
(chorus)
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