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Gli Alice In Chains non sono una semplice grunge-band, sono il miglior gruppo degli anni '90 e "Dirt" rappresenta il loro capolavoro assoluto: un disco che appena lo ascolti ti conquista e ti penetra nelle vene con una virulenza che "Nevermind" e "Ten" (e parlo di due dischi che apprezzo tantissimo, specie il primo) neppure si sognano. Merito dell'attitudine più heavy metal rispetto alle altre band della scena di Seattle e soprattutto grazie alla voce sempre intensa, aspra, sofferta ed emozionante dell'indimenticato Layne Staley.
E' proprio il grido di Layne che accompagnato dalla chitarra distorta di Jerry Cantrell che da inizio a "Them Bones": veloce, folgorante e disperata: degna erede di "We Die Young". Altrettanto bella e incazzata è "Dam That River", segnata da un refrain davvero travolgente (Grazie Layne) "Rain When I Die" è più psichedelica, distorta e riverberata, autentica perla con un ritornello da brividi, che ci trasporta a una delle ballate più intense, struggenti e disperate mai composte nella storia del rock. "Down In A Hole" lascia con il fiato sospeso per l'intreccio perfetto delle voci di Jerry e Layne, POESIA PURA. Appena il tempo di aprire gli occhi e un riff tribale di batteria ci scaraventa nell'inferno di "Sickman", dove si fondono rabbia, riflessione, consapevolezza della propria impotenza contro l'eroina. Poi tutto cambia, un lieve arpeggio ci trasporta indietro nel tempo, fino alla guerra in Vietnam, narrata dal punto di vista del padre di Jerry, soprannominato "Rooster". Magistrale la prestazione del duo Jerry-Layne, che regala al rock uno dei brani più intensi di tutta la sua storia.
Chiusa la parentesi poetica si ritorna bruscamente alla droga, con uno delle canzoni più oscure e diffici del disco: "Sickman" è l'outing di un uomo disperato che sa di non poter far niente per liberarsi dalla dipendenza che lo porterà alla morte. Si arriva quindi a "Dirt", che è l'essenza stessa dell'eroina tradotta in musica dal riff fastidioso e distorto di Jerry e dall' impressionante ritornello dove le voci del cantante e del chitarrista tornano a fondersi creando un atmosfera assolutamente impossibile da ripetere. Secondo me il brano migliore del disco. "God Smack" è carina, ma abbastanza lontana dagli standard del disco, mente "Hate To Feel" è una sorta di blues malato vagamente Nirvaniano. "Angry Chair", che racconta il triste passato di Layne inizia con un giro di basso che la fa assomigliare a una "Come As You Are" più distorta ed echeggiante: assolutamente ipnotico l'andamento della canzone, con un ritornello che fa tremare nel profondo.
L'ultima traccia, la leggendaria "Would?" è dedicata a un altro enorme protagonista della Seattle Scene, Andrew Wood dei Mother Love Bone: si tratta di un vero e proprio inno generazionale che chiude il disco più bello, intenso e disperato a livelli inarrivabili non solo dalle band odierne ma anche dai vari Pearl Jam, Soundgarden e Stone Temple Pilots. Forse solo "In Utero" dei Nirvana si avvicina a questo, pur avendo uno stile totalmente diverso.
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01 Them Bones (02:29)
I believe, them bones are me
Some say, we're born into the grave
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones
Dust rise, right on over my time
Empty, fossil of the new scene
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones
Toll due, bad dream come true
I lie, dead gone under red sky
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them -
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them -
I feel so alone, gon' end up a
Big ole pile a them bones
02 Dam That River (03:09)
I broke you in the canyon
I drowned you in the lake
You a snake that I would trample
Only thing I'd not embrace
Oh, you couldn't dam that river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away
I pushed and then you stumbled
I kicked you in the face
You stare at me so hollow
Got to keep that killin' pace
Oh, you couldn't dam that river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away
I burned the place around you
I hit you with a rake
You piss upon my candle
So proving you're a fake
Oh, you couldn't dam thar river
And maybe I don't give a damn anyway
So you couldn't dam that river
And it washed me so far away
04 Sickman (05:29)
what the hell am i?
thousand eyes, a fly
lucky then i'd be
in one day deceased
sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
i can feel the wheel, but i can't steer
when my thoughts become my biggest fear
ah, what's the difference, i'll die
in this sick world of mine
what the hell am i
leper from inside
inside wall of peace
dirty and diseased
sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
i can see the end is getting near
i won't rest until my head is clear
ah, what's the difference, i'll die
in this sick world of mine
(yeah, though i walked through tthe valley of rape
an despair
with head high an eyes alert
i tread on plane of many
we who are of good nature and intention,
but cannot touch on the dark
recesses of memory
and pain learned, so come walk
with me, feel the pain,
and release it)
can you see the end?
choke on me my friend
must to drown these thoughts
purity over rot
what the hell am i worn eroded pride
saddened 10 miles wide
i'm gonna let it slide
sickman, sickman, sickman, sickman
i can feel the wheel but i can't steer
when my thoughts become my biggest fear
ah, what's the difference i'll die
in this sickworld of mine
ahh, etc., etc.
05 Rooster (06:15)
Ain't found a way to kill me yet
Eyes burn with stinging sweat
Seems every path leads me to nowhere, mmm
Wife and kids household pet
Army green was no safe bet
The bullets scream to me from somewhere, mmm
Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die
Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die, oh
No, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die
Walkin' tall machine gun men
They spit on me in my home land
Gloria sent me pictures of my boy, mmm
Got my pills 'gainst mosquito death
My buddy's breathing his dyin' breath
Oh God please won't you help me make it through
Here they come to snuff the rooster, oh yeah
Yeah here come the rooster, yeah
You know he ain't gonna die
No, no, no oh, you know he ain't gonna die
06 Junkhead (05:09)
(Junk, Fuck)
A good night, the best in a long time
A new friend turned me on to an old favorite
Nothing better than a dealer who's high
Be high, convince them to buy
What's my drug of choice?
Well, what have you got?
I don't go broke
And I do it a lot
Seem so sick to the hypocrite norm
Running their boring drills
But we are an elite race of our own
The stoners, junkies and freaks
Are you happy? I am, man
Content and fully aware
Money, status, nothing to me.
'Cause your life is empty and bare
What's my drug of choice?
Well, what have you got?
I don't go broke
And I do it a lot
You can't understand a user's mind
But try with your books and degrees
If you let yourself go and opened your mind
I'll bet you'd be doing like me
And it ain't so bad
What's my drug of choice?
Well, what have you got?
Say I don't go broke
And I do it a lot
Say, I do it a lot!
Say, I do it a lot!
Say, I do it a lot!
Say, I do it a lot!
07 Dirt (05:16)
I Have Never Felt Such Frustration
Or Lack Of Self Control
I Want You To Kill Me
And Dig Me Under, I Wanna Live No More
One Who Doesn't Care Is One Who Shouldn't Be
I've Tried To Hide Myself From What Is
Wrong For Me, For Me
I Want To Taste Dirty, A Stinging Pistol
In My Mouth, On My Tongue
I Want You To Scrape Me From The Walls
And Go Crazy Like You've Made Me
One who doesn't care is one who shouldn't be
Iv'e tried to hide myself from what is
Wrong for me, for me
You, You Are So Special
You Have The Talent To
Make Me Feel Like Dirt
And You, You Use Your
Talent To Dig Me Under
And Cover Me With Dirt
08 God Smack (03:50)
Care Not For The Men Who Wonder
Straw That Broke Your Back, You're Under
Cast All Them Aside Who Care
Empty Eyes And Dead End Stare
Don't You Know That None Are Blind
To The Lie, And You Think I Don't Find
What You Hide?
What In God's Name Have You Done?
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun
For The Horse You've Grown Much Fonder
Than For Me, That I Don't Ponder
As The Hair Of One Who Bit You
Smiling Bite Your Own Self, Too
And I Think That You're Not Blind
To The Ones You Left Behind
I'll Be Here
What In Gods Name Have You done?
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun
So Be Yearning All Your Life
Twisting, Turning Like A Knife
Now You Know The Reasons Why
Can't Get High Or You Will Die
Or You'll Die
What In Gods Name Have You Done?
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun
So Your Sickness Weighs A Ton
And God's Name Is Smack For Some
10 Hate to Feel (05:16)
What's gone wrong
I can't see straight
Been too long
So full of hate
What the fuck will it take
Drown myself in my wake
Another shaggy D.A.
Now a dog, shake my leg
Plastic man, paper face
Candy heart, what a waste
Gotta change, set a date
Eat my cake, lick my plate
Stare at me with empty eyes and
Point your words at me
Mirror on the wall will show you
What you're scared to see
I can see
Wish I couldn't ee at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
So climb the walls,
Thin my blood now
And I crawl, back to bed now
What the hell, gotta rest
Aching pain in my chest
Lucky me, now I'm set
Little bug for a pet
New Orleans, gotta get
Pin cushion medicine
Used to be curious
Now the shit's sustenance
All this time I swore I'd never
Be like my old man
What the hey it's time to face
Exactly what I am
I can see
Wish I couldn't see at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
-Solo-
What the hell, gotta rest
Aching pain in my chest
Lucky me, now I'm set
Little bug for a pet
New Orleans, gotta get
Pin cushion medicine
Used to be curious
Now the shit's sustenance
All this time I swore I'd never
Be like my old man
What the hey it's time to face
Exactly who I am
I can see
Wish I couldn't see at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
What the hell, gotta rest
Aching pain in my chest
Lucky me, now I'm set
Little bug for a pet
New Orleans, gotta get
Pin cushion medicine
Used to be curious
Now the shit's sustenance
All this time I swore I'd never
Be like my old man
What the hey it's time to face
Exactly what I am
I can see
Wish I couldn't see at all
I can feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
Hate to see
Wish I couldn't see at all
Hate to feel
Wish I couldn't feel at all
11 Angry Chair (04:47)
Sitting on an angry chair
Angry walls that steal the air
Stomach hurts and I don't care
What do I see across the way, hey
See myself molded in clay, oh
Stares at me, yeah I'm afraid, hey
Changing the shape of his face, aw yeah
Candles red I have a pair
Shadows dancing everywhere
Burning on the angry chair
Little boy made a mistake, hey
Pink cloud has now turned to gray, oh
All that I want is to play, hey
Get on your knees, time to pray, boy
I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
Lost my mind, yeah
But I don't mind, I-I-I
Can't find it anywhere
I don't mind
Corporate prison, we stay, hey
I'm a dull boy, work all day, oh
So I'm strung out anyway, hey
Loneliness is not a phase
Field of pain is where I graze
Serenity is far away
Saw my reflection and cried, hey
So little hope that I died, oh
Feed me your lies, open wide, hey
Weight of my heart, not the size, oh
I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
I don't mind, yeah
I don't mind, I-I-I
Lost my mind, yeah
But I don't mind, I-I-I
Can't find it anywhere
I don't mind, I-I-I
Pink cloud has now turned to gray
All that I want is to play
Get on your knees time to pray, boy
12 Down in a Hole (05:38)
Bury me softly in this womb
I give this part of me for you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
In a tomb... in bloom
Down in a hole and
I don't know if I can be saved
See my heart I decorate it like a grave
You don't understand who they
Thought I was supposed to be
Look at me now a man
Who won't let himself be
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly
But my wings have been so denied
Down in a hole and they've put all
The stones in their place
I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty
Of kicking myself in the teeth
I will speak no more
of my feelings beneath
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
I'd like to fly
But my wings have been so denied
Bury me softly in this womb
Oh I want to be inside of you
I give this part of me for you
Oh I want to be inside of you
Sand rains down and here I sit
Holding rare flowers
(Oh I want to be inside of you)
In a tomb...in bloom
Oh I want to be inside...
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, losin' my soul
Down in a hole, feelin' so small
Down in a hole, outta control
I'd like to fly
But my wings have been so denied
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Altre recensioni
Di Asjklf
Dirt rappresenta la loro maggiore opera.
I testi di Dirt, supportati da un sound a volte claustrofobico, sono la cronaca della discesa nell'inferno della tossicodipendenza.
Di Rooster
Se la sofferenza avesse una voce non sarebbe tanto diversa da quella di Staley.
You, you are so special, you have the talent to make me feel like dirt, and you, you use your talent to dig me under, and cover me with dirt.
Di andrewramone
Atmosfere da pelle d'oca, emozioni mai provate; canzoni cupe e toccanti che lasciano addosso un senso forte di malinconia.
Dirt presenta una band in forma, con la voce sofferente di Laine Staley, ormai completamente dipendente da eroina.
Di Omega Kid
L'album era l'urlo disperato di un uomo prigioniero dell'inferno psicotropo, ma allo stesso tempo l'involucro della sua stessa anima oscura.
Non ci sono brani minori o filler in Dirt, caratteristica che sarebbe già un mezzo miracolo per l'industria discografica.
Di SenzaUnaEmme
Dirt è un album nero e denso come la pece, un’esperienza sonora soffocante che rappresenta in pieno una corrente musicale ormai scomparsa.
In definitiva, ad un tassello di storia come questo, assegnare un voto sarebbe quasi irrispettoso, mi limiterò a levarmi il cappello.
