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Mò ve lo dico... I Depeche Mode mi hanno sempre fatto "cagare" (mhhhhh avrei potuto trovare un eufemismo più gentile, ma sono grasso nella media e ho attraversato gli ottanta indenne (si fa per dire))...
Non li ho mai sopportati persino quando si portavano negli ottanta (per quelli più giovani dei miei 33 lustri [ma allora hai 165 anni, fantastico! n.d.r.] dovete sapere che in quel secolo dire di ascoltare certi gruppi faceva "figo" e così magari qualche coetanea ci permetteva una qualche fugace palpatina (un giorno, forse, scriverò un bell'articolazzo sugli ottanta come si deve e dal di dentro))... quelli vecchi si ricorderanno certe marcette scorreggiate da synth inceppati e roba simile (siii certo qualche pezzo non era neanche tanto male)... non sto di buon umore... è da qualche tempo che musicalmente e politicamente circola una tale immondizia che ci si può rifuggiare solo nell'angolo dei classici... ah sì giusto si parlava dei Depeche Mode... dunque data la riluttanza non mi è stato facile sorridere quando un mio amico si è presentato a casa con il ciddì a scroccare cena e sigarette...
Ancora prima di metterlo nel lettoreciddì, come un Don Chisciotte ubriaco e meditabondo (non è sempre facile inserire questo termine in una frase, ma suona bene) ho espresso tutta la mia ripugnanza per il gruppo in questione... dunque sarà stato l'alcool o qualcos'altro, ma messo il ciddì nel lettoreciddì ho taciuto (la qual cosa per alcuni è davvero un evento... tipo come se Berlusconi dicesse per una volta qualcosa di sensato in tivi)... ad ogni brano mi incazzavo ancora di più perché al termine del ciddì avrei dovuto dar ragione a qualcuno (cosa ancora più assurda della precedente)...
Dunque impressioni a caldo... è un buon disco... ah sì certo chi si aspetta le solite marcette resta un tantino deluso... è ruvido, sporco al punto giusto (probabilmente le cover hard dei vari Manson e soci gli hanno messo un po' di pepe al culo)... dunque scordo (ops... "dimentico") che l'album è dei "DE PESCI MOLLI" e me lo godo un altro paio di volte... speriamo che non usino nessuna delle tracce per spot di compagnie telefoniche o prosciutti o qualsiasi altro prodotto (vedi ultimi Rolling Stone)... altrimenti mi viene lo schifo... ma torniamo a noi... ah sì, già, ho già detto tutto (o forse niente) comunque (io non scrivo cmq o tvb o cvccvcvcgfg... torniamo a scrivere parole intere... vaffanculo a chi ha inventato gli sms)... se lo avete ascoltato, magari fatemi sapere se vi è piaciuto, ma se non vi è piaciuto non me ne frega assolutamente un piffero (odio essere contraddetto... ed ho sempre ragione io perché fondamentalmente sono un fesso)!!!
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01 A Pain That I'm Used To (04:11)
I'm not sure what I'm looking for anymore
I just know that I'm harder to console
I don't see who I'm trying to be instead of me
But the key is a question of control
Can you say what you're trying to play anyway
I just pay while you're breaking all the rules
All the signs that I find have been underlined
Devils thrive on the drive that is fueled
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
There's a hole in your soul like an animal
With no conscience, repentance, oh no
Close your eyes, pay the price for your paradise
Devils feed on the seeds of the soul
I can't conceal what I feel, what I know is real
No mistaking the faking, I care
With a prayer in the air I will leave it there
On a note full of hope not despair
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
All this running around, well it's getting me down
Just give me a pain that I'm used to
I don't need to believe all the dreams you conceive
You just need to achieve something that rings true
02 John the Revelator (03:42)
John the Revelator, put him in a elevator
Take him up to the highest high
Take him up to the top where the mountains stop
Let him tell his book of lies
John the Revelator, he's a smooth operator
It's time we cut him down to size
Take him by the hand, and put him on the stand
Let us hear his alibis
By claiming God as his holy right
He's stealing a God from the Israelites
Stealing a God from a Muslim too
There is only one God through and through
Seven lies multiplied by seven
Multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting, John the Revelator
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting, John the Revelator
He should bow his head in shame
By and By
By and By
By and By
By and By
Seven lies multiplied by seven
Multiplied by seven again
Seven angels with seven trumpets
Send them home on the morning train
Well who's that shouting, John the Revelator
All he ever gives us is pain
Well who's that shouting, John the Revelator
He should bow his head in shame
By and By, By and By
John the Revelator
By and By, John the Revelator
By and By, John the Revelator
03 Suffer Well (03:49)
Where were you when I fell from grace,
a frozen heart an empty space
Something's changing it's in your eyes,
please don't speak they're only lies
I found treasure not where I thought
peace of mind that can't be bought,
Still I believe
I just hang on, and suffer well
sometimes it's hard, it's hard to tell
An angel lead me when I was blind
I said take me back I changed my mind
and now I believe
From the blackest room I was torn
you called my name, a love was born
So I believe
I just hang on, and suffer well
sometimes it's hard, it's hard to tell
I just hang on, and suffer well
sometimes it's hard, so hard to tell
04 The Sinner in Me (04:56)
If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me
I'll never be a saint
That's not a picture that your memory paints
Not renowned for my patience
I'm not renowned for my restraint
But you're always around
You can always be found
To pick me up when I'm on the ground
If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me
I'm still recovering
Still getting over all the suffering
More known for my anger
Than for any other thing
But you've always tried
To be by my side
And catch my fall when I start to slide
If I could just hide
The sinner inside
And keep him denied
How sweet life would be
If I could be free
From the sinner in me
05 Precious (04:10)
Precious and fragile things
Need special handling
My God what have we done to You?
We always try to share
The tenderest of care
Now look what we have put You through...
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
Angels with silver wings
Shouldn't know suffering
I wish I could take the pain for you
If God has a master plan
That only He understands
I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
I pray you learn to trust
Have faith in both of us
And keep room in your hearts for two
Things get damaged
Things get broken
I thought we'd manage
But words left unspoken
Left us so brittle
There was so little left to give
06 Macro (04:03)
Overflowing senses
Heightened awareness
I hear my blood flow
I feel its caress
Whispering cosmos
Talking right to me
Unlimited, endless
God breathing through me
See the microcosm
In macro vision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal celebration
One evolution
One creation
Thundering rhythm
Pounding within me
Driving me onwards
Forcing me to see
Clear and enlightening
Right there before me
Brilliantly shining
Intricate beauty
See the microcosm
In macro vision
Our bodies moving
With pure precision
One universal celebration
One evolution
One creation
11 Lilian (04:49)
Oh Lilian
Look what you've done
You've stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh Lilian
I'm a poor man's son
And precious jewels
Weren't found in schools
Where I came from
Pain and misery
Always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose
What you haven't got
Oh Lilian
I should have run
I should have known
Each dress you own
Is a loaded gun
Oh Lilian
Oh Lilian
I need protection
I hear your voice
And any choice I had is gone
Oh Lilian
Once I'd begun
I couldn't stop
Till every drop
Of blood was sung
Pain and misery
Always hit the spot
Knowing you can't lose
What you haven't got
Oh Lilian
Look what you've done
You stripped my heart
Ripped it apart
In the name of fun
Oh Lillian
Oh Lillian
Oh Lillian
Oh Lillian
12 The Darkest Star (06:55)
Oh you sad one
Playing the Angel
Isn’t so easy where you’re from
Oh you wild one
Devil’s companion
You won’t stay satisfied for long
I don’t want you to change anything you do
I don’t want you to be someone else for me
Oh you dark one
Eternal outsider
Caught in the spider’s web you’ve spun
Oh you blind one
Gentle and kind one
Seeing the world as a loaded gun
I don’t want you to change anything you do
I don’t want you to be someone else for me
Stay as you are the darkest star
Shining for me
Majestically
I don’t want you to change anything you do
I don’t want you to be someone else for me
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Le prime note del nuovo lavoro annunciano un ritorno alle origini, un pezzo equilibrato ed al tempo stesso semplice e geniale.
onorarе il misterioso fascino che a distanza di 25 anni ancora avvolge questa band immortale e i suoi devoti.
Di Torre Ste
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Di Boris
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Di Giordyboy
"PAIN AND SUFFERING IN VARIOUS TEMPOS" sintetizza perfettamente l'essenza dell'album.
"Playing The Angel è un 'Violator' moderno, più complicato e più scuro."
Di slyde81
Una strofa elegante e cupa che esplode in un ritornello che richiama i Nine Inch Nails.
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