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Angry Samoans. 1982. Secondo album. Los Angels. Hardcore punk. Ecco cosa bastava scrivere per questo disco.
Lo stereotipo della musica punk americana del periodo può essere descritto con "Back from Samoa". Musica dura e furiosa, brani che a stento superano il minuto di durata, grafica povera e decisa ed etichetta indipendente (Triple X).
Considero gli Angry Samoans come una band piuttosto presa sottogamba anche se non li si può considerare come la solita formazione di bravi sconosciuti. Hanno ricevuto lodi nei giusti momenti ma dopo il loro scioglimento sono gradualmente stati dimenticati. Molto probabilmente perché oltre a questo album, solo "Insade my brain" (il loro debut album) è stato un ottimo lavoro, dopodiché tutti gli altri dischi sono stati carenti di belle idee e pasticci di roba già sentita.
"Back From Samoa" non può essere considerato come un opera di ingegno o di innovazione la loro musica rimaneva piuttosto diretta e coincisa, non eccessivamente rumorosi ma con arrangiamenti che nel loro genere rimangono orecchiabili. Sappiamo che nel periodo band del calibro dei Dead Kennedys stavano aprendo nuove strade con variazioni innovative e inusuali, quindi credo che molta delle giuste ricompense degli Angry Samoans siano state sottratte per la mancanza di una vera e propria personalità musicale.
Come ho sempre pensato le vere band nascono solo se hanno un cantante carismatico, cosa che in questo complesso non manca di certo. Mike Saunders è un ottimo cantante, gioca bene con le linee vocali e possiede una gradevole voce dal tono particolare. Strumentalmente non ci sono particolari pecche da segnalare, le chitarre sono regolate con acerbe distorsioni, di tanto in tanto si cimentano in basilari assoli poveri ma sinceri. Ritmicamente questo non è il solito album punk di velocità estrema, si può ascoltare questo disco senza rimanere gravemente storditi. Tutti i brani hanno un loro perché, non sono presenti quei pezzi inseriti nel mezzo tanto per riempitura, anzi devo ammettere che tutte le tracce sono differenti tre di loro non facendo scendere "Back From Samoa" come uno di quei dischi "sentita una sentite tutte".
I miei pezzi preferiti sono "Gas Chamber", "Light Out", la famosissima "Time has come Yoday" e l'oltraggiosa "They saved hitler's cock".
In conclusione dico che questo album sia una delle fondamentali "opere" punk americane, credo che tutti gli stimatori del genere debbano averlo nella propria collezione.Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Gas Chamber (01:02)
Gas chamber!
Where's the light?
Stay at home
Don't feel right
I'm in my room
All the time
Trapped inside
This twisted mind
Gas chamber!
Cannot breathe
Time for lunch
Cannot leave
I'm in my room
All the time
I'm trapped inside
This fucking mind!
No action
No no!
No action
Gas chamber
No
No action!
02 The Todd Killings (00:39)
Skipper Todd likes girls,
It's his idea of killing time,
Skipper Todd likes girls,
It's his idea of killing time.
He's killing time, Todd killings!
He's killing time, Todd killings!
No saying on the wall,
My head on the stove
I feel so confused.
Oh no!
He's killing time, Todd killings!
He's killing time!
03 Lights Out (00:52)
There's nothing more you can leave behind
So forget about seeing, get into your mind
Everything looks better when the world is black
Grab a fork, make the first attack
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes out
I can't see too well, what's it all about?
Well I dunno man, did you poke your eyes out?
Sure thing, I did it today, startin' to get hip to the lights out way
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
[Put yourself on the floor], roll all about
If you poke too far you reach the front of your brain
Fork in your mind can drive you insane!
Don't worry much, just let it rip, today your eyeballs do the lights out trip
Lights out!
Put a pen in your hand, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Poke poke, poke your eyes out
Lights out!
Put an ax in your head, poke your eyes out!
04 My Old Man's a Fatso (01:32)
Locked inside my bedroom
Looking at the pictures up on the wall
I need a little elbowroom
I need space man that ain't all
Get home first thing you know
My folks jump on my case
Get a job, take the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Someday when I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place
'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a pot, baby for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house, yeah
Locked inside the classroom
Staring at the dots up on the wall
My teachers all are retards
I need out baby that ain't all
I don't care about textbooks
Or the Jews that discovered Spain
I gotta gotta gotta leave this town
I'll take the bus, I'll catch a plane
'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But ya know he owns this ...house
Yeah
Two, three, four
Cruisin' on the highway
It feels so good to see open space
I don't feel like a prisoner
I don't feel like a basket case
I turn the radio up to ten
And you know I've found my place
Yep, get a job, put the dishes out
Put the trash back in its place
Now that I'm a man
I'm gonna put them in their place
'Coz my old man's a fatso
He's got a bathtub for a mouth
Baby, my old man's a fatso
But you know he owns this house
06 They Saved Hitler's Cock (01:40)
They saved Hitler's cock, They hid it under a rock.
I discovered it, last night. I couldn't even, believe my eyes.
If Hitler's cock could start to talk, it would say: To kill today.
If Hitler's cock could choose it's mate, it would ask, for Sharon Tate!
They saved Hitler's cock. They stuffed it in Mengele's sock.
They saved Hitler's cock, and now it wants to talk.
Now it's starting to get hard, I found it in my backyard.
Every night it kills a dog, and now it wants, some night and fog
Hitler's cock is on the move, and now I'm scared of what it's gonna do!
07 Homo-Sexual (00:52)
Screw your wife in the behind
Tell your kids you're doing fine
Goddamn no good stupid liar
Sucking dick your pants on fire
HOMOSEXUAL - up the ass
HOMOSEXUAL - make it last
HOMOSEXUAL - jerk me off
HOMOSEXUAL - go get lost!
Found out that your dad was gay
Living life a brand new way
John Lennon was a queer
He screwed Brian up the rear
HOMOSEXUAL - I'm one too
HOMOSEXUAL - so are you
HOMOSEXUAL - kill Dan White!
HOMOSEXUAL - was it right?
Don't like boys, you like girls
Living in your faggot world
Talking shop with lawyers' wifes
Sneaking out to meet the guys
HOMOSEXUAL - I'm ashamed
HOMOSEXUAL - that's your game
HOMOSEXUAL - where's the blame
HOMOSEXUAL - I can't explain
HOMOSEXUAL - we love you
HOMOSEXUAL - up the ass!
HOMOSEXUAL - Darby Crash
HOMOSEXUAL - make it last
08 Steak Knife (01:01)
Steak knife - there's a hole in my head
Steak knife - you're gonna be dead
Steak knife - it's a heavy change
Steak knife - say goodbye to your brain
There's a hole, there's a hole in my heart
Dick hurts, chop it apart
Fuckin' sheep, I'm on the rag
They got my balls in a plastic bag
I think I need a doctor - to look inside my head
Every time I love a girl - I stab her in my bed
I see my life - in visions crimson shape
I see my life in hell - there's no escape
There's a hole, there's a hole in my heart
Head hurts, chop it apart
Steak knife - there's a hole in my head
Steak knife - you're gonna be dead
Steak knife - it's a heavy change
Steak knife - say goodbye to your brain
12 You Stupid Jerk (00:23)
You stupid jerk!
I can't take it no more!
Your face makes me wanna puke!
And your mothers a whore!
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH
You stupid jerk!
14 Not of This Earth (01:11)
Strange being in a distant land
I look up there's a hole in my hand
and it really hurts!
Step down, look at the curse
I'm not - OF THIS EARTH!
Three knocks at my door
come in I don't care what for
I need blood can barely breathe
I'll buy your vacuum but you'll never leave cause--
I'll put your head in a milkbottle!
Bend down! look at the curse!
I'm not OF THIS EARTH!
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Di Caspasian
Prima di razionalizzare la visione della copertina la mia anima aveva già deciso che è la miglior cover di tutti i tempi.
Back To Samoa rinvigorisce la mascella del piranha che è in noi nell'usare la dentatura non per una masticazione tranciante ma per un truculento smile spensierato.
