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Sulle note di questo bistrattato album cresce il suono dell’inquietudine. Episodio del tutto a se stante nella ultratrentennale carriera del singer italoamenricano, “Angry Machines” fu letteralmente ignorato dai fan. La band fu addirittura costretta ad annullare alcune date del tour di supporto al disco.
Trattasi di metal dai suoni che definirei contorti ed a tratti cacofonici: la verve noise del chitarrista di turno (Tracy Grijalva) sembra inizialmente cozzare di schianto con l’approccio lirico e baroccheggiante del cantato. I testi non fanno più alcun cenno alle tematiche fantasy, marchio di fabbrica del Dio anni settanta ed ottanta, la struttura dei pezzi è spesso costruita al di fuori dei canoni strofa-ritornello, il classico approccio doom delle songs sembra innestato su un ramo di suono spurio, le cosiddette strutture easy-listening sembrano volutamente stroncate a colpi di dissonanze. Questa è la descrizione più o meno esatta di cosa sembrò, appena dopo la sua uscita nei negozi questo lavoro; ciò che un buon "defender" vorrebbe sentirsi dire dallo scribacchino di turno.
“Angry Machines” fu dato alle stampe in un momento nerissimo per le vendite di metal e hard rock in generale. La band fu così costretta a rimboccarsi le maniche e sperimentare, provare soluzioni inedite. “Angry Machines” è una bomba di album, almeno per il sottoscritto: una saga del male lunga tre quarti d'ora e rotti. Il sipario si apre con “Institutional Man”, brano cadenzato dalle lyrics allucinate. I suoni della sei corde di Tracy G. sono un inno alla pazzia, in questo pezzo così come in “Stay Out Of My Mind”, impreziosita dai giochi di effetti delle keys. Ascoltarla mette letteralmente i brividi, la colonna sonora di un incubo schizofrenico. In stile più classico “Don’t Tell The Kids”, in cui Vinnie Appice da una lezione di batteria rock ai suoi contemporanei. In ogni traccia uno strumento diverso sembra portare il filo conduttore del pezzo. Un basso effetto buldozer guida l’assalto della feroce “Hunter Of The Heart”. Riffoni spacca-montagna fanno da trampolino di lancio a sporchissimi vocalizzi in “Golden Rules”, infine un cenno anche alla stranissima “Double Monday” (che ammetto essere la mia preferita...). Chiude questa lunga ed insana allucinazione la triste “This Is Your Life”, ballad solo piano e voce, perla melodica nascosta nel fango del noise di Tracy G. Mai più risentiremo un Ronnie Dio cantare e comporre con questo approccio.
Ad oggi è troppo impegnato a friggere e rifriggere il solito frittatone tutto "draghi e maghi" tanto caro all’audience centroeuropeo. Che s’ ha da fa pe’ campà...
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02 Don't Tell the Kids (04:19)
Please, please, make love freeze
And break apart in the middle (of it)?
Then they could see the hate
When they separate
And taste the salt of their tears
No, no, it's all about experience
Control, you might as well be wood, no good
Why why, your questions die
In a shout and no attention
You might have said
That they both were dead
So put the puzzle away
But no, it's all about experience
Control, they're gonna give you none, no fun
Don't tell the kids, they'll never understand it
Don't tell the kids, don't waste your time, no
Get back, it's a heart attack
And the planet needs a doctor
We can tell it looks like hell
But they make us close our eyes
No, it's all about experience
And control, you might as well be stone, alone
Don't tell the kids, they'll never understand it
Don't tell the kids, don't waste your time, yeah
Don't tell the kids, they'll never get the picture
Don't tell the kids, you waste your time, yeah
Don't tell the kids, they just don't understand it
Don't tell the kids, don't waste your time, time
Talk to the animals
Anyone who'll answer
Any fool will do
Just don't tell the kids
06 Big Sister (05:35)
Who controls your mind
There have been changes
No more giving it all for free
There will be changes
Now woman is all you need
A-ah
Here is a number
You've been given an another name
We will be watching
One might fall but you'll all be blamed
Shame, shame
Here's big sister
We're big sister
Hear big sister
There's big sister
Dancing on your grave
Who controls your mind
Who's in charge of hearts
Who controls you time
We're in charge of you
There have been changes
Even mother's a soldier now
There have been changes
You can touch 'cause you don't know how
No
Here's big sister
We're big sister
Hear big sister
There's big sister
Dancing on your grave
Pretty faces, young and clean
Watching you from magazines
All they want is something more
Kill the king and then we'll crown the whore
Here's big sister
We're big sister
Hear big sister
There's big sister
Who controls your mind
In charge of hearts
Controls your time
In charge of you
Here's big sister
We're big sister
Control
07 Double Monday (02:55)
When you're alone and the sun's gone down
One more time
Must you prentend that some light still shines
Sounds like double Monday
Yeah
Each time you think that you've just begun
It's the end
Oh, someone you love wants to just be friends
Sounds like double Monday
Yeah
Feels like snakes and spiders
Crawling up your body
Every someday double Monday
Like a fly against the wall
Just when you think you've seen it all you
You lose your special place to hide
So get ready for the ride, ride, ride
Yeah
Every someday double Monday
09 Dying in America (04:36)
Once upon a high
The streets were gold and blue was
In the sky riders gone
Never could belong
Maybe you still can dream
Sleep through screams
While we're dying in America
Once upon a child
The carnival would stop and stay a-
While you were gone
Everything went wrong
Too soon, cartoon
Dying in America
Dying in America
In places where aces outnumber the queens
Jack is afraid of tomorrow
Colors are changing to red, white and green
As we all fall down
Once upon a hate
They told us they could fix it if we'd
Wait for awhile
Killing you with smiles
Maybe you still can dream
Sleep through screams
While we're dying in America
Dying in America
Sex, sex, sex
Even bigger, even better
Don't lose out, be a winner
Save more, save time and save now
One hundred thirty per cent American people
Would like to be like everyone else
11 This Is Your Life (03:24)
Who cares what came before
We were only starlight
One day, then nevermore
Because we're whispers in the wind
Once upon a time
The world was never blind
Like we are
Right now it seems
You're only dreams and shadows
If wishes could be eagles how you'd fly
This is your life
This is your time
What if the flame won't last forever
This is your here
This is your now
Let it be magical
Who cares what came before
We're only starlight
Once upon the time
All the world was blind
Like we are
This is your life
This is your time
Look at your world
This is your life
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