Tra le innumerevoli formazioni dell'UK Punk del periodo, una band che non ha avuto una vita facile sono stati gli Anti-Nowhere League. Dovuti rimanere spesso e volentieri all'oscuro grazie un atteggiamento folle e depravato hanno dovuto lottare duramente a causa dei pochi locali che permettevano una loro esibizione dal vivo, tutto ciò dovuto soprattutto dai loro testi pesanti e ricchi di riferimenti di malsani argomenti sessuali.
Gli A.N.L. non hanno mai abbandonato le loro speranze, acquistando con un pizzico di ingegno e con una pubblicità dovuta alla cattiva fama una grande ricompensa di notorietà e successo.
La loro prima uscita discografica "The street of London" ebbe immediatamente un discreto risultato de parte del pubblico, ma a causa di testi scorretti e troppo pesanti, l'album fu ritirato dal commercio. Il complesso non si lascia abbattere da ciò, pubblicando dopo pochissima distanza il loro secondo album, "We are the league", disco contenente le stesse tracce che influirono al ritiro del debut. Se la loro prima fase sembrava essere stata difficile la seconda sembra apparentemente in discesa. Gli U.S.A. si erano interessati al caso Anti-Nowhere League, la stessa cosa per diversi stati Europei, così la band prese la palla al balzo esibendosi in svariati live club nel mondo. I loro testi però continuano a suscitare problemi e molti lor concerti dovettero essere interrotti prima del previsto. La cattiva pubblicità continua ad incrementare fama alla band, donandogli una fetta di pubblico sempre più vasta e scatenata. Più i giornali parlano male e più il complesso riscuote successo, musica spazzatura, oscenità totale, gli Anti-Nowhere League stavano ottendo tutto ciò che speravano.
Con "We are the League" la band segue senza distaccarsi un modello punk-rock di classico stampo. Le ritmiche chitarristiche di Magoo sono semplici ed efficaci, riff rock conditi raramente da poveri assoli blusseggianti, accompagnati dalla batteria di PJ (uno dei personaggi più folli della formazione), in maniera non eccessivamente tecnica, ma nello stesso modo incisiva e partecipe nei suoi momenti.
Animal, il cantante invece è il vero pazzoide del complesso, egocentrico, trasgressivo, sporco e sregolato, dispone di una buona voce dal tono rauco e personale. Con il suo look provocatorio riesce a coinvolgere il pubblico con canzoni rimaste nella storia. Il lato musicale scorre senza intoppi ma senza particolarità o innovazioni di cui prendere nota. Di maggiore incisività è il messaggio scorretto della band: abuso di droga, riferimenti omosessuali, pervertiti e di completo disinteresse alla buona educazione, tutto quello che del resto ha reso questa band maledetta. Vorrei trascrivere qualche pezzo ma credo di potere offendere qualcuno.
Nell'album troviamo tracce basilari per la storia del punk come "So whats", "Animal" o "woman". Non ci sono particolari innovazioni musicali, ma ciò che vi assicuro è che l'album non è stancante, ogni canzone ha la sua particolarità e non ci sono tempi morti.
Ovviamente gli amanti del genere dovrebbero già possedere questo disco, ma consiglierei ad un pubblico più sensibile di restarne alla larga.Elenco tracce e testi
02 We Are The League (00:00)
Another boring night and I'm feeling pissed,
My heads fucked up and I'm in a mess
Too many drugs have made me high
I want to cause havoc, I want to die.
We are the League, with the extra man
We are the League, we are the anti band
So don't you say you're feeling bored
The League are here and we have scored
We are the League
We are the League
We are the League
The Anti Nowhere League
You criticise us, you say we're shit,
but we're up here and we're doing it
So don't you criticise the things we do
No fucker pays to go and see you.
We are the League and we are mad
We are the League and our music's bad
We'll fuck noise like you've never known
And make you wished you'd stayed at home
We are the League
We are the League
We are the League
The Anti Nowhere League
We hate the dogs, we hate the man,
We hate the things we don't understand
No time for love, cos that ain't class
If you don't fucking like it, stuff it up your arse.
We are the League and we are mean
We are the League and we're obscene
We don't give a toss for what you think
Cos all your views, they fucking stink
We are the League
We are the League
We are the League ââ
03 Woman (00:00)
Woman
I'm in love in you
My love is deep
My love is true
To you, woman, I'm in love
Your hair's so soft
Your eyes are blue
Your skin is warm
And I'll be true to you
Woman, I'm in love with you
You came to me in a dream, I'm sure
You gave your love, you gave much more to me
Woman
Will you marry me?
Do you take this woman
To be your lawful wedded wife
To love and to cherish
And in sickness and in health
Till death do you part?
I do.
Till death us do part (6x)
What's that you just said to me
You didn't love me like this yesterday
Woman
I don't understand
And what's that you did say to me
I guess this love is just more to me
Woman
You're annoying me
Yeah, you're sitting on your arse in your dirty clothes
You're looking a mess, you're picking your nose
Woman
You're a fucking mess
Your tits are big but your brains are small
Sometimes I wonder you got any brains at all
Woman
Ah stuff yourself
Well fuck you, fuck you
Don't you tell me what to do
Woman
Ah fuck off
I've got my deed, I've married you
What did I do to deserve you?
Woman
Why me?
Woman
Woman
Woman
Woman
Woman
I hate you
04 I Hate People (00:00)
God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to bang my brains
I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare dream…..reality
People ride about all day
In metal boxes made away
I wish that they would drop the bomb
And kill these cunts that don't belong
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me
My mother thinks that I am a jerk
Because I hate my bleeding work
Be like your daddy he's sincere
But don't be true ………..or you'll be queer
I'm working at my 9 to 5
with boring cunts that give me jibe
their talking of the love they give
they never give………they never give
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me
God I wish that I could hide away
And find a wall to bang my brains
I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare dream…..reality
People ride about all day
In metal boxes made away
I wish that they would drop the bomb
And kill these cunts that don't belong
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
They hate me
My mother thinks that I am a jerk
Because I hate my bleeding work
Be like your daddy he's sincere
But don't be true ………..or you'll be queer
I'm working at my 9 to 5
with boring cunts that give me jibe
their talking of the love they give
they never give………they never give
I hate people
I hate the human race
I hate people
I hate your ugly face
I hate people
I hate your fucking mess
I hate people
And they hate me
05 Animal (00:00)
Hello Mrs Shaw
Could I borrow your lawnmower?
(Unintelligible) Up your body!
Why? Why me?
Why am I so lonely?
I'm an animal
I'm a sexual pervert, an animal
A living abortion
I'm an animal, nobody's hero
An animal, I'm your next door neighbour
Everybody hates me
Why am I so ugly?
I'm an animal
I'm a sexual pervert, an animal
I'm a living abortion
I'm an animal, I'm nobody's hero
I'm an animal, I'm your next door neighbour
Everybody scorns me
My wife - she doesn't know me
I'm an animal
I'm an animal
I'm an animal
I'm an animal, I'm your next door neighbour
Everybody shuns me
Why am I so dirty?
I dream of naked ladies leaping over me
I like peeping through holes in public lavatories
Domineering women in thigh-high boots
Tying me up, whipping me!
Somebody help me!
I've lost my sanity
I'm an animal
I'm a sexual pervert, an animal
I'm a living abortion
I'm an animal, I'm nobody's hero
I'm an animal, I'm your next door neighbour
No sex for me!
You, you made me
You scorned my body
You degraded me
You twisted my mind
You made me unkind
You fed on my cravings
You persecuted me
You don't understand
You!
08 We Are The League (00:00)
Another boring night and I'm feeling pissed,
My heads fucked up and I'm in a mess
Too many drugs have made me high
I want to cause havoc, I want to die.
We are the League, with the extra man
We are the League, we are the anti band
So don't you say you're feeling bored
The League are here and we have scored
We are the League
We are the League
We are the League
The Anti Nowhere League
You criticise us, you say we're shit,
but we're up here and we're doing it
So don't you criticise the things we do
No fucker pays to go and see you.
We are the League and we are mad
We are the League and our music's bad
We'll fuck noise like you've never known
And make you wished you'd stayed at home
We are the League
We are the League
We are the League
The Anti Nowhere League
We hate the dogs, we hate the man,
We hate the things we don't understand
No time for love, cos that ain't class
If you don't fucking like it, stuff it up your arse.
We are the League and we are mean
We are the League and we're obscene
We don't give a toss for what you think
Cos all your views, they fucking stink
We are the League
We are the League
We are the League ââ
11 Streets Of London (00:00)
Well did you see the old man
Outside the seamen's mission
Never is a fading with the medals that he wears
And did you see the old man
Outside the seamen's mission
He's just another hero from a land that doesn't care
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And don't you say to me your sun don't shine
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks the Streets Of London
She ain't got no money and she's all dressed in rags
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks the Streets Of London
She carries her old knickers in two polythene bags
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And don't you say to me your sun don't shine
Well let me take you by the hand
And lead you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you something you'll never understand
Well let me take you by the hand
And drag you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you sonething that'll make you really sick
Well let me take you by the hand
And lead you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you something we'll never understand
Well let me take you by the hand
And drag you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you sonething that'll make you really sick
15 Snowman (00:00)
Got no f**kin' birds
Ain't got no f**kin' money
The dog don't f**kin' recognise me
Get chucked outta my f**kin' house next week
Well I take myself from my dirty bed
Can't find my clothes, can't find my head
And the DT's all over me
My eyes are bloodshot, I can't see
Well who's gonna make me happy
Feeling so down again
Who's gonna make me happy
Feeling down again
So I run through the streets
I gotta find my man
I make my cash the best I can
I'm going half-way up
And I'm half-way down
My head is spinning round and round
Well the Snowman'll make me happy
The Snowman is here, again
He's gonna f**k you, f**k you, f**k you one and all
He's gonna f**k you, f**k you, f**k you one and all
And there'll be times when you can't glow
You feel your life is being choked
Till you never know just who you are
Your mind has gone, your soul (??)
Well who's gonna make you happy
Feeling so down again
Who's gonna make you happy
Feeling down again
So you try to lie just one more time
You try to lie that you feel fine
Till there's nothing left inside your head
There's no escape until you're dead
The Snowman'll make you happy
Feeling so down again
Snowman'll make you happy
Snowman is here, again
He's gonna f**k you, f**k you, f**k you one and all
He's gonna f**k you, f**k you, f**k you one and all - he did me
He's gonna f**k you, f**k you, f**k you one and all - he f**ked me
He's gonna f**k you, f**k you, f**k you one and all
He's gonna f**k you
16 Streets Of London (00:00)
Well did you see the old man
Outside the seamen's mission
Never is a fading with the medals that he wears
And did you see the old man
Outside the seamen's mission
He's just another hero from a land that doesn't care
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And don't you say to me your sun don't shine
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks the Streets Of London
She ain't got no money and she's all dressed in rags
And have you seen the old girl
Who walks the Streets Of London
She carries her old knickers in two polythene bags
So how can you tell me you're lonely
And don't you say to me your sun don't shine
Well let me take you by the hand
And lead you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you something you'll never understand
Well let me take you by the hand
And drag you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you sonething that'll make you really sick
Well let me take you by the hand
And lead you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you something we'll never understand
Well let me take you by the hand
And drag you through your Streets Of London
I'll show you sonething that'll make you really sick
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