Dopo che con il primo album avevano esplorato la fine di colui che è debole ("The Weak's End") e dopo che con il successivo "The Question" si erano posti una domanda affermativa, adesso gli Emery se ne escono con un riferimento esplicito alla caducità della persona, quella di essere semplicemente un uomo, con ciò che implica e comporta.
Che i ragazzi stiano cercando di farci capire, utilizzando metafore neppure troppo sofisticate, che li dobbiamo considerare con tutte le loro manchevolezze, con tutte le loro pecche, con tutti i loro limiti e con tutto il loro essere fragili e indifesi? Magari, se questo lo si applicasse alla vita quotidiana, nei confronti del divino e assimilati vari, si potrebbe anche non tenerne conto, ma il dramma, per gli Emery, è che quanto appena affermato trova una corrispondenza terrificante nella musica che compongono e ci sottopongono. Perché ad essere debole, privo di spessore creativo, limitato e non degno di porsi di fronte agli ascoltatori con la coscienza pulita, è proprio il sound che ci propongono in "I'm Only A Man". Già si potevano a malapena annoverare nella categoria dei mestieranti atti a duplicare le idee altrui, ma ora hanno provato a sfidare se stessi e si ritrovano con le ossa rotte.
La scelta di proporre canzoni orecchiabili per fare presa su un pubblico più vasto (di sicuro non quello europeo) e magari inserirsi nelle chart alternative e non solo si rivela perdente su ogni fronte. Banalità pop hard rock con sporadici innesti elettronici, un pò di chitarre acustiche, qualche ventata di vecchiume screamo, emo e metal-core giusto per far capire che possono ancora presentarsi travestiti in quel modo, un paio di rimandi ai New Order e via di questo passo verso una mediocrità zuccherosa sconfortante.
Non vedo possibilità di recupero.
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02 The Party Song (03:31)
Well I know you like the party, but the party never stops
I know you like the party, but the party never stops
Well I know you, I know you, I know you
I know you want to be here so you just let go
And no one's ever gonna tell you no
But I want to cause I know you, I know you
But you party on, party on
Get your party on, get your party on
This is my last advice
Leave with me cause you could die tonight
I got this, I got this, I got this so go ahead home
The drugs you used as a place to hide
It's really bad if you don't get this right
I got this, I got this, I got this, I don't need you
You got kicked out of your mother's house
You stole money from her purse, she finally found you out
You should be ashamed, don't sit there judging me
What a waste, you'd be the same if you could see
So let's have another drink
And we'll party on, party on
Get your party on, get your party on
This is my last advice
Leave with me cause you could die tonight
I got this, I got this, I got this so go ahead home
The drugs you used as a place to hide
It's really bad if you don't get this right
I got this, I got this, I got this, I don't need you
February is still as scary, the month your father died
A little girl in a shrieking world
Looking for her place to run and hide
Well I know you like the party, but the party never stops
I know you like the party, but the party never stops
Well I know you, I know you, I know you
But you party on, party on
Get your party on, get your party on
Give it one last time cause this is all you've got
This is my last advice
Leave with me cause you could die tonight
I got this, I got this, I got this so go ahead home
The drugs you used as a place to hide
It's really bad if you don't get this right
I got this, I got this, I got this, I don't need you
06 Story About a Man With a Bad Heart (03:28)
Watch your makeup,
there is just a smudge beneath the eye.
You look great in that dress,
it hits every curve just right.
We're got dinner at eight, and then drinks by nine.
I love you so, it's our anniversary tonight.
Suddenly everything shakes as if it's starting to break.
And now I'm on my knees,
my wife screams, "What's Wrong!?"
As the stereo plays our song, Only In Dreams.
Just last Friday is when my heart failed again.
I was thinking that I should find a friend.
I bought her several drinks,
and slipped the ring into my hand.
We drove to her place
and let the good times roll again.
Suddenly everything shakes as my protection breaks.
And now I'm on my knees,
and I scream, "This was wrong!"
As I live, the stereo plays the song, The Finishing.
Is this it? Is this how I have spent my life?
Lying there with a broken heart on bedroom floors.
And finally, finally, I realize,
I realize that I'm only a man.
One thing I have to know, where did the miracles go?
And if a simple man believes,
will it start again with me?
If I were the maker I would fashion out a blade.
To cut out every inch of dead heart I've made.
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