La vera differenza tra il critico musicale e l'appassionato di musica, sta nel fatto che il primo - dopo l'ascolto di un disco appena distribuito -, riesce a valutarne la vera consistenza artistica ed a presagirne l'immediato futuro, mentre il secondo dopo una ripetuta serie di audizioni, non riesce neanche lontanamente a vaticinarne gli aspetti essenziali, magari facendosi coinvolgere personalmente dai propri gusti e simpatie per quello o questo strumentista. Beh, io non ho dubbi della mia appartenenza alla seconda specie.
Dopo questa breve premessa vi dico subito che il primo assaggio di "Brothers In Arms" l'ho avuto attraverso il 45 giri "So Far Away", - brano in cui la Fender Stratocaster rossa con battipenna bianco di Mark Knopfler si lascia sostituire da un'altrettanto fatata Pensa Suhr (che diverrà compagna inseparabile del leader) - con cui il disco dà il suo fondamentale buongiorno nella più classica maniera nel nome dei Dire Straits.
"Money For Nothing" - dall'insolita intro di sintetizzatori che vanno a fondersi con una chitarra riccamente distorta, per poi guadagnare terreno nell'eccezionale duello strumentistico, andando ad occupare con vigoria il podio con un orecchiabilissimo riff che diverrà più familiare del pur gradevole ritornello -, segna uno dei cambiamenti stilistici, che nessun fan si sognerà di rinnegare, accettandolo come un'evoluzione naturale del percorso artistico della band. Questo brano senza alcun dubbio oltre a brillare di luce propria, ha dilatato la sua popolarità, anche grazie: 1) ad un video iper-tecnologico, dove i musicisti sembrano riprodotti come degli ologrammi; 2) ad un trascinante ritornello - in cui i più attenti ascoltatori avranno riconosciuto ben celata la somiglianza col refrain di "Don't Stand So Close To Me" (motivo per cui la A&M anche contro la volontà di Sting, la casa discografica volle il nome dell'ex-Police vicino a quello di M.K.); che lo farà diventare il gruppo beniamino di MTV (beh, il cantare "I Want My MTV" ad libitum sarà servito anche a questo, no?).
La seguente "Walk Of Life", la considero personalmente una sensata sintesi tra "Industrial Disease" e "Twisting By The Pool", mentre la jazzy "Your Latest Trick" che si muove tra melodie zuccherose e cambi di ritmo, ben rendono l'idea che le novità musicali saranno presenti per tutto il disco. "Why Worry" è una ninnananna di matrice knopfleriana, dove insieme al certosino lavoro di tastiere, è la voce del leader ad enfatizzarne il fascino. In "Ride Across The River" ci accorgiamo che anche ritmi caraibici fanno capo sul nostro lettore, fondendosi con spruzzate reggae ben amalgamate al cantato di Knopfler ed ad un tappeto di sonorità africano/latine. "The Man's Too Strong" è il brano in cui il nostro genio della chitarra esibisce un accuratissimo finger-picking, che farà di questa composizione la più bella creazione country con la più forte influenza folk che il gruppo abbia mai inciso, alternando una narrazione piuttosto soft a degli stacchi strumentali (piano+chitarra per intenderci...), che ben si adatterebbero a far da colonna sonora a qualche ripresa cinematografica ambientata in pieno Far West.
"One World" riporta una morbida atmosfera di natura bluesy, dove il basso del fedele John Illsley - oramai l'unico membro a far compagnia a Knopfler dagli esordi - martella con delle slappate tipicamente funky che non fanno altro che far crescere di valore la track più breve dell'album. La title-track - un caliginoso racconto antiwar sui generis - che emoziona e scalfisce in maniera indelebile l'animo di chi ascolta, dove ogni strofa viene guarnita con sfavillanti assoli capaci di scrutare la parte più nascosta dell'essere umano. Una sognante composizione con cui l'ala meno oltranzista dei fans di M.K. e soci sa di potersi far sollevare dalle amabili note "pizzicate", per poi spiccare definitivamente il volo sulle alidel mirabile assolo finale.
Di "Brothers In Arms" me ne sono innamorato lentamente e dopo ripetuti ascolti, finendo col cambiare brano preferito ogni settimana; c'è da dire inoltre che da questo disco in poi, il gruppo sarà il motivo per riunire musicisti di inestimabile valore (tra i credits del disco vi sono i fratelli Michael e Randy Brecker sicuramente ad occuparsi dei fiati, Neil Jason, Tony Levin ed anche un certo Eric Clapton), sempre sotto il magistrale occhio vigile dell'accorto leader, ad arricchire un lavoro di per sé già grande. Sicuramente idoneo a fargli mantenere un posto nella tribuna d'onore nell'Olimpo del Rock... 28.000.000 di copie vendute a tutt'oggi, ne rappresentano l'incontrovertibile prova.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 So Far Away (03:59)
Now here I am again in this mean old town,
And you're so far away from me.
Now where are you when the sun goes down,
You're so far away from me.
You're so far away from me,
So far I just can't see.
You're so far away from me,
You're so far away from me.
Alright.
I'm tired of being in love and being all alone,
When you're so far away from me.
I'm tired of making out on the telephone,
Cause you're so far away from me.
You're so far away from me,
So far I just can't see.
You're so far away from me,
You're so far away from me.
Alright.
And I get so tired when I have to explain,
That you're so far away from me.
See you've been in the sun and I've been in the rain,
And you're so far away from me.
You're so far away from me,
So far I just can't see.
You're so far away from me,
You're so far away from me.
Check it out.
So far away.
You're so far away from me.
(You're so far.)
Alright.
(You're so far.)
Yes, you're so far away from me.
02 Money for Nothing (07:03)
I want my
I want my MTV x4
Now look at them yo-yo's that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money ain't for nothin' and your chicks for free
Now that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Let me tell ya them guys ain't dumb
Maybe get a blister on your little finger
Baby get a blister on your thumb
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these color TV's
See the little faggot with the earring and the makeup
Yeah buddy that's his own hair
That little faggot got his own jet airplane
That little faggot he's a millionaire
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour TV's
(We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries)
We got to move these refrigerators
(We got to move these colour TV's)
Look here, look here
I shoulda learned to play the guitar
I shoulda learned to play them drums
Look at that mama, she got it stickin' in the camera man,
We can have some fun
And he's up there, what's that? Hawaiian noises?
Bangin' on the bongoes like a chimpanzee
Oh, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Get your money for nothin' get your chicks for free
We gotta install microwave ovens
Custom kitchen deliveries
We got to move these refrigerators
We got to move these colour TV's
Listen Here
Now, that ain't workin' that's the way you do it
You play the guitar on the MTV
That ain't workin' that's the way you do it
Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free
"Money for nothin' and your chicks for free
Money for nothin' and chicks for free"
(Repeat till Fade)
03 Walk of Life (04:11)
Here comes Johnny singing oldies, goldies
Be-Bop-A-Lula, Baby What I Say
Here comes Johnny singing I Gotta Woman
Down in the tunnel, trying to make it pay
He got the action, he got the motion
Oh yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
{Refrain}
He do the song about the sweet lovin' woman
He do the song about the night
And he do the walk, he do the walk of life
Yeah, he do the walk of life.
Here comes Johnny goin' tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin' shoes
Here come Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat, the talkin' blues
He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, devotion
Turning all the night time into the day
{Refrain}
{Repeat first verse}
And after all the violence and double talk
There's just a song in all the trouble and the strife
You do the walk, you do the walk of life
Hm, you do the walk of life
04 Your Latest Trick (04:49)
All the late night bargains have been struck
Between the satin beaus and their belles
And prehistoric garbage trucks
Have the city to themselves
Echoes and roars of dinosaurs
They're all doing the monster mash
And most of the taxis, most of the whores
Are only taking calls for cash
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
My door was standing open
Security was laid back and lax
But it was only my heart got broken
You must have had a pass key made out of wax
You played robbery with insolence
And I played the blues on twelve bars down on Lover's Lane
And you never did have the intellegence to use
The twelve keys hanging off my chain
I don't know how it happened
It all took place so quick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
Now it's past last call for alcohol
Last drinker has been here and gone
The landlord finally paid us off
The satin jazz men have put away their horns
And we're standing outside of this wonderland
Looking so bereaved and so bereft
Like a Bowery bum when he finally understands
The bottle's empty and there's nothing left
I don't know how it happened
It was faster than the eye could flick
But all I can do is hand it to you
And your latest trick
05 Why Worry (05:29)
Baby I see this world has made you sad
Some people can be bad
The things they do, the things they say
But baby I'll wipe away those bitter tears
I'll chase away those restless fears
That turn your blue skies into grey
Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
Baby when I get down I turn to you
And you make sense of what I do
I know it isn't hard to say
But baby just when this world seems mean and cold
Our love comes shining red and gold
And all the rest is by the way
Why worry, there should be laughter after pain
There should be sunshine after rain
These things have always been the same
So why worry now
06 Ride Across the River (06:58)
I'm a soldier of freedom in the army of man
We are the chosen, we're the partisan
The cause it is noble and the cause it is just
We are ready to pay with our lives if we must
Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
Ride across the river to the other side
I'm a soldier of fortune, I'm a dog of war
And we don't give a damn who the killing is for
It's the same old story with a different name
Death or glory, it's the killing game
Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
Ride across the river to the other side
Nothing gonna stop them as the day follows the night
Right becomes wrong, the left becomes the right
And they sing as they march with their flags unfurled
Today in the mountains, tomorrow the world
Gonna ride across the river deep and wide
Ride across the river to the other side
07 The Man's Too Strong (04:40)
I'm just and ageing drummer boy
And in the wars I used to play
And I've called the tune
To many a torture session
Now they say I am a war criminal
And I'm fading away
Father please hear my confession
I have legalised robbery
Called it a belief
I have run with the money
And hid like a thief
I have re-written history
With my armies and my crooks
Invented memories
I did burn all the books
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well I have tried to be meek
And I have tried to be mild
But I spat like a woman
And sulked like a child
I have lived behind walls
That have made me alone
Striven for peace of mind
Which I have never known
And I can still hear his laughter
And I can still hear his song
The man's too big
The man's too strong
Well the sun rose on the courtyard
And they all did hear him say
'You always were a Judas
But I got you anyway
You may have got your silver
But I swear upon my life
Your sister gave me diamonds
And I gave them to your wife'
Oh father please help me
For I have done wrong
The man's too big
The man's too strong
08 One World (03:41)
Can't find no sleeves for my records
Can't get no laces for my shoes
Can't get no fancy notes
On my blue guitar
Can't get no antidote for blues
Can't find the reasons for your actions
Or I don't much like the reasoning you use
Somehow your motives are impure
Or somehow I can't find the cure
Can't find no antidote for blues
They say it's mostly vanity
That writes the plays we act
They tell me that's what everybody knows
There's no such thing as sanity
And that's the sanest fact
That's the way the story goes
Can't get no remedy on my TV
There's nothing but the same old news
They can't find a way to be
One world in harmony
Can't get no antidote for blues
09 Brothers in Arms (07:04)
These mist-covered mountains
Are a home now for me
But my home is the lowlands
And always will be
Some day you'll return to
Your valleys and your farms
And you'll no longer burn
To be brothers in arms!
Through these fields of destruction
Baptisms of fire
I've witnessed your suffering
As the battles raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms!
There's so many different worlds
So many different suns
And we have just one world
But we live in different ones
Now the sun's gone to hell
And the moon riding high
Let me bid you farewell
Every man has to die
But it's written in the starlight
And every line in your palm
We're fools to make war
On our brothers in arms!
Carico i commenti... con calma
Altre recensioni
Di Django
E' indubbiamente molto curato, come si addice ad una formazione ormai all'apice della notorietà.
Money for Nothing (critica alla massificazione e al consumismo, con i vocalizzi dell'inconfondibile voce di Sting).
Di AJM
Brothers In Arms non è il miglior disco dei Dire Straits. È il disco della consacrazione.
Nove pezzi, nove eroi che si prendono in carico la responsabilità di consacrare i Dire Straits e scrivere il loro nome in calce alla storia della musica.