Nonostante la partecipazione alla colonna sonora de Il Punitore – gravissima nota di demerito, considerata la scarsa qualità della pellicola in questione – col brano "Still Running", presente anche su "This Type Of Thinking", i Chevelle si presentano al terzo appuntamento sulla lunga distanza con poche ma chiarissime idee. E’ sempre frustrante (soprattutto per chi è costretto a sottolinearlo!) ingabbiare il duro lavoro di un musicista entro rigidi schemi o, peggio ancora, etichette preconfezionate. Il gioco dei rimandi e delle influenze è tuttavia fin troppo scoperto con il giovane terzetto di Chicago formato nel 1995 dai fratelli Loeffler.

Le composizioni dei Chevelle, una versione nu-metallara degli Hanson, peccano di scarsa fantasia fin dal primo riff. Questa notevole pecca, che potrebbe spingere più di una persona a desistere dal fare musica, non impedisce loro di azzeccare un paio di brani destinati comunque a scomparire nel giro di poche settimane dalla mente di qualsiasi ascoltatore. Alla luce della più benevola lettura i brani più incisivi – l’ iniziale The Clincher e il primo singolo estratto Vitamin R – si presentano come un’ edulcorata e ruffiana ripresa delle atmosfere create dai Tool di Maynard James Keenan. Con dispiacere per i nostri indefessi rockettari va infine ricordato che i Tool sono ancora in attività: a soddisfare gli appetiti del grande pubblico ci pensa già il side-project A Perfect Circle, capitanato dallo stesso Maynard. Verrebbe quasi da dire “ largo ai giovani” , ma se il futuro è rappresentato da questi pallidi epigoni è meglio che il buon Maynard continui col doppio lavoro.

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01   The Clincher (03:43)

Touch
I'll stand for nothing less
Or never stand again
These are the limits when one's buried
This body's left the soul
Could we have known
Never would I, have helped to nail down
Careful of drifting off
Now losing taste and touch
Turning a pale blue
Leaning in to say
This body's left the soul
The brain needs oxygen
Can't sneak around this bate
His catacomb has got me by the chin
This body's left the soul

(Chorus)

Could we have known
Never would I, have helped to nail down
With nothing to gain
Here's the clincher, this should be you
Now saturate, and touch
Now saturate, the earth

(Last Chorus)

This happened to be, never changing
Holding inside, the phobia viewed
Made cold and crippled, ending it all

02   Get Some (04:27)

03   Vitamin R (Leading Us Along) (03:43)

Some will learn many do
Cover up or spread it out
Turn around had enough
Pick and choose or pass it on
Buying in heading for
Suffer now or suffer then
It's bad enough I want the fear
Need the fear cause he's alone

(And he has become)

Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
The hassle of (hassle of)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
That panic makes remorse

After all what's the point
Cause levitation is possible
If you're a fly achieved and gone
There's time for this and so much more
It's typical create a world
A special place of my design
To never cope or never care
Just use the key cause he's alone

(And he has become)
He's alone
(And he has become)

Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
The hassle of (hassle of)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
That panic makes remorse

Over and over a slave became
Over and over a slave became
Over and over a slave became
Over and over a slave

Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
The hassle of (hassle of)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
That panic held before

Well if they're making it (making it)
Then they're pushing it (pushing it)
And they're leading us along
Like a cancer caused (cancer caused)
All the screaming fits (screaming fits)
And their panic makes remorse

04   Still Running (03:43)

(Say it, say it)
(Say it, say it)

Alone, you support, and embrace
Another reason to see
Sucess, we unfold, clutching firm
Letting me panic for sure

Say it, say it, that it's done
I want it, want it, need it done
Say it, say it, that it's done
I want, it want it, need it done

The lie, want to know, has it met?
Expectations so far

Say it, say it, that it's done
I want it, want it, need it done
Say it, say it, that it's done
I want, it want it, need it done

Still running!
Never waking up, say it
Still running!
Never waking up, say it
Still running!
Never waking up, say it

Selfishly walking through killing the angles
To picking and choosing to screw all of us one by one!

So run, make amends, feeling torn
Boy you better be sure (sure)!

Still running!
Never waking up, say it
Still running!
Never waking up, say it
Still running!
Never waking up, say it
Still running! (x4)

Say it, say it, that it's done
I want it, want it, need it done
Say it, say it, that it's done
I want, it want it, need it done

05   Breach Birth (04:03)

Be brave reshape
Can't force all into molds
Passing out schematics
Forcing all into molds

Once more about to change
Some try and fall beneath molds

Well it's your right so
I'll keep on this path
Turning around bending the shapes
Cutting it in
We could excel beyond
The latter fools
Start a new tone
Hating the same
Empty the room

So create, reclaim
Sovereign shapes tempting us
Ration out, their schematics
Dare we live without molds
So far what's left between
They tried and fail beneath molds

Well it's your right so
I'll keep on this path
Turning around bending the shapes
Cutting it in
We could excel beyond
The latter fools
Start a new tone
Hating the same
Empty the room

Feel locked in a room
And starting to choke
Enticing the shame
Awaken a world our owm

Well it's your right so
I'll keep on this path
Turning around bending the shapes
Cutting it in
We could excel beyond
The latter fools
Start a new tone
Hating the same
Empty the room

So create,reshape
create reclaim
create reshape

06   Panic Prone (03:50)

Gave in again
The bastard
Can't keep refusing rights
So he'll loan the cash
But the sin
Is on the hands of you

So, to care or
Plead silence, weak hands are calling

There's close enough
And there's too far
It won't change an empty stare
But I can't seem to end
These images
Hauntingly looks like hell

So, to care or plead silence
Weak hands are calling
To care or plead silence
Weak hands are calling

Come, enter the foreign
Face, all that's shameful
Cheat, may the past find
Out, separating

To care or plead silence
Weak hands are calling
To end this catastrophic scene
Awake and breathe in

To Care or (care or)
To Care or (care or)

07   Another Know It All (04:20)

Damn you're so dull
Still need to borrow your hate
Change what they can
Persuade us back undercover
Oh old, you're so over
Who made you king of the ages
Tending the wounds
Thinking of adding another

But the chosen
Never wrong
He sat holding
Several thoughts
I'll take any-
Thing that's not bolted down
Bolted down (down, down, down)

Tricking us in
Don't get along if they're brothers
So phasing it out
Correcting vision with fists
And drawing a line
Still give it less than a week
Checking the wounds
Thinking of adding another

But the chosen
Never wrong
He sat holding
Several thoughts
I'll take any-
Thing that's not bolted down
Bolted down

(became down)
(became down)
(became down)
(became down)

The chosen
Never wrong
He sat holding
Several thoughts
I’ll take any-
Thing that’s not bolted down

He was chosen (chosen)
Never wrong
He sat holding (holding)
Several thoughts
I’ll take any- (any)
Thing that’s not bolted down
Bolted down

(down, down, down, down)

Bolted down (down, down, down)
Bolted down (down, down, down)
Bolted down (down, down, down)
Bolted down (down, down, down)
Bolted down (down, down, down)
Bolted down (down, down, down)
Bolted down

08   Tug-O-War (04:32)

Feed the cut and get in line
To live and burn is tug-o-war
Raped
Go back and forth until it's learned
To suffer now or nothing's gained
Then wake within a freezing sweat
Push and pull, collecting doubt
Starting seeds

(Chorus)

Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored

(Verse 2)

The reason never outweighs the truth
So backing up and lean against
The liars club cometh shame
Wasting farther collecting doubt
Starting seeds

(Bridge)

So hand it off, don't care enough
Cause ignorance, is in blissful reach
Lost inspiration, panic on the rise
A severed attempt ignored
Lost inspiration, never played the game
A severed attempt ignored
Feed, the last head trip

09   To Return (03:42)

To return to the cold
It isn't much fun
To touch the trees no one has known
Go rest your head
Cause you can't miss this
Poor boy became
A slave to use
Now despair moves in so close
Too many years free at last
He didn't know so learned to speak
He clears his throat
Cause you can't miss this

(Chorus)

Poor boy became
A slave to use
Rebuild what's left
Of this child, so weak
Sorry, changes, trample the plan
Death, stores, victims
Once more
Keep on burnin' through the noose
To return, to the cold
It isn't much, but I'm free at last

10   Emotional Drought (05:24)

It's possible that the worst
Of the inside
Could take our pencils away
End creating
Can't let the teachers lay waste
Of a new mind
Prevent emotional drought
And watch the pace quicken

Try to never touch
Try to never touch

Won't keep holding back my conscience
Realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you

Let's turn our wretched debates into action
By diplomacy gain, back a handshake
Tied and unable to tend, to the wounds that were made
So much closer to shame we see but never touch

Try to never touch
Try to never touch
Won't keep holding back my conscience
Realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you

Search
For
Truth
One more man
Tearing at the throat of
One more man
Never dropped as fast as
One more man
Coloring the fate of
One more man
Is better than the fate of you

Try to never touch
Try to never touch
Won't keep holding back my conscience
Realize
There's a choice to not end up like you

Holding back my conscience
Realize
There's a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you

11   Bend the Bracket (05:05)

So the water's thickening
His collar's pulled, begin to be aware
(It's on) that he needs to focus
Beyond that man, he brings a world of pain
Cause

The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry refused

So we bend the bracket
Shove it down anything to make it fit
(It's on,) and being foolish won't cover up
Exposing them as fakes
But

The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry refused

So boredom captured another fool
Shredding him to bits
(It's on)
And the more we tense up, avoiding pain
You'll never learn a thing
Cause

The war is on, too weak to move
Call it off, sorry refused

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