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Tra poco meno di 4 giorni vedrà la luce il nuovo album dei Fall Out Boy, "Infinity on High".
Gruppo emo/pop-punk, accusato da molti di essere un prodotto creato a tavolino ha vinto lo scetticismo generale grazie soprattutto ai testi scritti dal bassista Pete Wentz. Il personaggio in questione è una specie di idolo per le ragazzine diciamo pure il giovanotto emo che tanto va di moda ora e che rimorchia più di tutti.
Tatuato, perennemente intristito, ha provato a suicidarsi nel 2005 ingenerendo diverse pasticche. Proprio in quell'anno il gruppo firmò per una major, la Island, e si fece conoscere anche dagli adolescenti attaccati alla tv e ad Mtv. Quindi, dopo il planetario successo dato soprattutto dai singoli "Sugar, We're Going Down" e la divertente "Dance, Dance", abbiamo tra le mani questo disco di puro e semplice pop-rock.
Ergo, se cercate qualcosa di originale o di pesante non cercatelo in questa band dal nome che fa tanto "dannato". Canzonette di facile presa, da canticchiare e molto simili tra loro faranno la felicità di molte persone. Bisogna però dire che dispongono di un discreto batterista (dal passato grind-core… avete capito bene… ) e di un cantante bravo sia nel cantare (com'è giusto che sia) ma soprattutto nell'interpretare testi che non sono suoi. Il titolo del disco, "Infinity On High", è tratto da un verso di una lettera scritta da Vincent van Vogh a suo fratello Theo nel 1888 ("be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all"), nella quale il pittore descrive la sua salute ritrovata ed il vigore che questa gli ha consentito di imprimere nelle sue nuove opere.
L'album è stato prodotto principalmente da Neal Avron che ne aveva curato anche la produzione precedente, e da BabyFace, uno dei più importanti produttori di r'n'b. Il tutto si apre con una sorta di presentazione al pubblico data dal rapper Jay-Z nella canzone "Thriller". Segue poi "The Take Over, The Breaks Over" dove è possibile apprezzare l'ugola del bravo Patrick Stump, in cui prestano i loro assoli di chitarra anche Ryan Ross (Panic! At the Disco) e Chad Gilbert (New Found Glory).
La terza canzone, nonché singolo, è "This Ain't Scene, it's An Arms Race". Subito dopo la prima canzone strappalacrime. Poi una fugace canzone di circa 2 minuti e mezzo dal titolo "Golden". In mezzo un po' di punk-rock (Hum Hallelujah, il titolo… ). Da annoverare sicuramente "The Carpal Tunnel Of Love" e la velocissima "You're Crashing, But You're No Wave" dove fa la sua apparizione il cantante-produttore Butch Walker. Il tutto si chiude con la discreta "I've Got All This Ringing in My Ears and None on My Fingers". Quasi al termine della canzone si odono gli applausi del pubblico (evidentemente soddisfatto… ) e una voce che ci intima di schiacciare il tasto "repeat".
Ultima curiosità : al fine di incentivare l'acquisto dell'album piuttosto che il suo download gratuito dal web (già possibile illegalmente da alcuni giorni), inserendo il CD originale nel lettore del computer sarà anche possibile avere accesso ad un EP gratuito scaricabile da internet intitolato "Leaked In London", che il gruppo registrerà il 29 gennaio in Inghilterra all'Hammersmith Palais di Londra, appunto, in occasione dell'ultimo concerto del suo breve tour nel Regno Unito.
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01 Thriller (03:29)
Yeah, what you critics said would never happen
We dedicate this album to anybody people said couldn't make it
To the fans that held us down 'till everybody came around
Welcome, it's here
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That summer we took threes across the board
But by fall we were a cover story
Now in stores
Make us poster boys in your scene
But we are not making an acceptance speech
I have found the safest place to keep all of our mistakes
Every dot-com's refreshing for a journal update
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
I can take your problems away
With a nod and a wave of my hand
'Cause that's just the kind of boy that I am
The only thing I haven't done yet is die
And it¡s me and my plus one in the afterlife
Crowds are won and lost and won again
But our hearts beat for the diehards
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
So long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
Long live the car-crash hearts
Long live the car-crash hearts
(Long live the car-crash hearts)
Long live the car-crash hearts
Long live the car-crash hearts
Long live the car-crash hearts
Cry on the couch all the poets come to life
Fix me in 45
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Young! F-O-B Let's go.
03 This Ain't a Scene, It's an Arms Race (03:32)
I am an arms dealer
Fitting you with weapons in the form of words
And I don't really care which side wins
As long as the room keeps singing
That's just the business I'm in
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm not a shoulder to cry on but I digress
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I wrote the gospel on giving up
(You look pretty sinking)
But the real bombshells have already sunk
(Prima donnas of the gutter)
At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep
Crashing not like hips or cars
No, more like p-p-p-parties
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
Bandwagon's full, please, catch another
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
All the boys who the dance floor didn't love
And all the girls who's lips couldn't move fast enough
Sing until your lungs give out
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Now you)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Wear out the groove)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Sing out loud)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
(Oh, oh)
This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate
I'm a leading man
And the lies I weave are oh so intricate, oh so intricate.
04 I'm Like a Lawyer With the Way I'm Always Trying to Get You Off (Me + You) (03:31)
05 Hum Hallelujah (03:50)
It's all a game of this or that, now verses then
They're better off against worse for wear
And you're someone who knows someone
Who knows someone I once knew
And I just want to be a part of this
The road outside my house is paved with good intentions
Hired a construction crew 'cuz it's hell on the engine
And you are the dreamer, and we are the dream
I could write it better than you ever felt it
So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you, and it's just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and you swallow them too
My words are my faith, to hell with our good name
Remix up your guts, your insides x-rayed
And one day we'll get nostalgic for disaster
We're a bull, your ears are just a china shop
I love you in the same way, there's chapel in a hospital
One foot in your bedroom, and one foot out the door
Sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills
I could write it better than you ever felt it
So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you, and it's just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and you swallow them too
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelu
(Hum hallelujah, hum hallelujah)
A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and swallow them too
So hum hallelujah, just off the key of reason
I thought I loved you, and it's just how you looked in the light
A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'till tonight do us part
A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'till tonight do us part
A teenage vow in a parking lot, 'till tonight do us part
I sing the blues and you swallow them too.
06 Golden (02:32)
How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams
Where the sewage of youth drown the spark of my teens
And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me (Too heavy for me)
Though I carried karats for everyone to see
(Everyone to see)
And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies
And all the lovers with no time for me
And all of the mothers raise their babies
To stay away from me
And pray they don't grow up to be.
07 Thnks fr th Mmrs (03:23)
I'm gonna make you bend and break
(It sent you to me without wings)
Say a prayer, but let the good times roll
In case God doesn't show
(Let the good times roll, let the good times roll)
And I want these words to make things right
But it's the wrongs that make the words come to life
"Who does he think he is?"
If that's the worst you've got better put your fingers back to the keys
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter
I'm looking forward to the future
But my eyesight is going bad
And this crystal ball
It's always cloudy except for, except for
When you look into the past, look into the past
One night stand
One night stand
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter
They say I only think in the form of
Crunching numbers in hotel rooms
Collecting page six lovers
Get me out of my mind
Get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from
Getting you into the mood
One night and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night yeah, and one more time
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter
One night and one more time
(One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
Even though they weren't so great
He tastes like you only sweeter
One night yeah, and one more time
(One more night, one more time)
Thanks for the memories
Thanks for the memories
See he tastes like you only sweeter.
11 Bang the Doldrums (03:31)
I wrote a goodbye note
In lipstick on your arm
When you passed out
I couldn't bring myself to call
Except to call it quits
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow-checkered cars
You're wrong
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong
Are we all wrong?
This city says wt up ya'll?
Come hell or high water
When I'm feeling hot and wet
I can't commit to a thing
Be it heart or hospital
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Racing through the city
Windows down
Yellow-checkered cars
You're wrong
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong
Are we all wrong?
The tombstones were waiting
They were half-engraved
They knew it was over
Just didn't know the date
And I cast a spell over the west
To make you think of me
The same way I think of you
This is a love song
In my own way
Happily ever after
Below the waist
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
Racing through the city
Windows down
In the back of
Yellow checkered cars
You're wrong
Are we all wrong?
You're wrong
Are we all wrong?
Best friends
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers
And not the other way around
Ex-friends till the end
Better off as lovers.
12 Fame < Infamy (03:06)
I'm a preacher sweating in the pews
For the salvation I'm bringing you
I'm a salesman, I'm selling you hooks and plans
And myself for making demands
When I'm home alone I just dance by myself
And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth
Signing off, ''I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen''
The kid was alright but it went to his head
I am God's gift but why would he bless me with
Such wit without a conscience equipped?
I'm addicted to the way I feel when I think of you, whoa
''There's too much green to feel blue''
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth
Signing off, ''I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen''
The Kid was alright but it went to his head
When I'm home alone I just can't stop myself
And you pull my head so close, volume goes with the truth
Signing off, ''I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen''
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
I'm alright in bed but I'm better with a pen
The kid was alright but it went to his head.
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Di Trimalchione
Unico neo, oltre ad una ripetitività atavica per questo genere di musica testosteronica, sono i titoli troppo lunghi che non si fanno imparare.
Un quartetto che mischia Sum 41, Bad Religion e Green Day con canzoni cantate con accento e tonalità da Billie Joe Armstrong.
