Misoginia allo stato puro.
Queste parole potrebbero descrivere al meglio il disco in questione ma non mi soffermerò a così poco bensì scaverò più fondo e più nello specifico.
Corre l’anno 2000, e i vari Limp Bizkit, Korn, Incubus hanno un enorme successo con il loro new-metal. La Roadrunner per tutta risposta decide di mettere sotto contratto un gruppo decisamente fuori dal coro (la maggior parte del loro roster in quegli anni era perlopiù metal…) dal nome alquanto stravagante ovvero Glassjaw.
La band è giovanissima e vede alla voce un ragazzotto occhialuto, magrolino e dall’aria sfigata. Daryl Palumbo col suo gruppo incide un disco dalle forte tinte emozionali ma di matrice post-hardcore.
Lo intitola come meglio non potrebbe essere intitolato un cd come questo “Everything you ever wanted to know about the silence”. Schizofrenia e melodia a braccetto nello stesso disco e più spesso nella stessa canzone.
Non c’è una canzone e dico una in cui Palumbo (che poi negli anni a seguire sarà considerato uno dei migliori singer) non “aggredisce” le donne, le ragazze e le storie con esse avute. I testi probabilmente sono la cosa migliore dell’album. In realtà bisognerebbe andarli a leggere perché in numerose volte non si capisce granchè. Le musiche comunque sono davvero grandiose così come appunto il cantato.
“Siberian Kiss” primo singolo, è uno dei pezzi forti del disco in cui il buon Daryl nel ritornello dice “ti tengo gelosamente dentro me, in una foto a forma di bacio, un bacio a forma di proiettile”. Subito dopo un’altra canzone che ha fatto la storia dei Glassjaw e viene tutt’ora riproposta ai live vale a dire “When One Eight Become Two Zeros” in cui Palumbo si lascia andare ad un’affilatissima frase “tu non sei un’altra donna, sei un altro, un altro passatempo per un ragazzo come me”. Seguono il punk di “Ry Ry’s Song” e un’altra canzone storica ossia “Lovebites and Razorlines” in cui il nostro eroe dice costantemente nella canzone “vuoi fottermi adesso? tu fottuta prostituta”. Tra le altre canzoni da segnalare sicuramente ci sono la lenta “Her Middle Name Was Boom” e “Piano”.
Mentre meritano qualche parola in più le ultime due tracce. Vale a dire la title-track, stupenda cavalcata di 5 minuti e 37 in cui si alternano parti sussurrate a urla disumane. Questa probabilmente è la traccia che più trascrive in musica ciò che sono i Glassjaw ed il testo come sempre è di una bellezza unica. Traccia di chiusura nonché altra perla del disco è “Motel of the White Locust”, bellissima anche questa dove Daryl dice “chi potrebbe mai,chi cazzo potrebbe mai prendere il mio posto?”.
Occhio infine alla ghost-track dal titolo “Losten”, struggente pezzo suonato interamente al pianoforte in cui Palumbo sembra voler far pace con i suoi demoni, ma proprio quando sembra che sia così egli si lascia andare all’ultimo verso in cui dice "Adesso so di volerti, so che stai ascoltando, questa è la mia occasione per dirti tutto, la mia unica possibilità di dirti "Ti Amo" ma ho aspettato troppo a lungo, le registrazioni sono finite".
Due anni dopo e con lo stesso produttore (Ross Robinson) ma con una casa discografica differente (dalla Roadrunner alla Warner) i Glassjaw pubblicheranno “Worship And Tribute”. Causa la malattia di cui Palumbo è da sempre afflitto, ossia il raro morbo di Crohon il gruppo si fermerà alimentando malelingue che sostenevano che i Glassjaw si erano sciolti. Così non è stato e tra innumerevoli progetti paralleli dei componenti (tra l’altro Daryl si diletta anche a fare il dj…) un nuovo disco ufficiale della band potrebbe uscire verso la metà del 2008.
Noi aspetteremo impazienti con la speranza di poter ascoltare un ennesimo capolavoro delle mascelle di vetro.
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Pretty Lush (02:59)
I draw them on reckless, etched in, scratched in like resurrection.
Your sins are killing you and you can bet they'll get me too.
I've got to give some to get some.
Mining in the river, standing in the rain.
Down on your knees while you heave at the drain.
You can lead a whore to water and you can bet she'll drink and follow orders.
And I said, "Is this what you wanted?"
"Is this what you needed?"
Give it some more time.
Tonight I'm going to a party, but its already started without me.
I aced philosophy and mastered the art of spiritual phrase.
I've got to give some to get some.
The disco ball spins away another year.
I wish you a broken heart and a happy new year.
Only three words come to mind ("True Till' Death")
02 Siberian Kiss (03:50)
Give me back my pictures of me.
Me, you and him makes three.
It figures the wheezing will measure your rate of depress,
And i hope you know.
Like a bitch in heat,
I hope she know.
So put another penny in and turn the crank until the frames cease to move .
And the movie turns into a photo..
A photo the size of a kiss, I hope she knows.
(screaming)
Staring at this parisian sex flick where the characters don't meet,
The characters don't speak
The characters are like mirrors facing mirrors:
Space always expanding.
So put another coin in and turn the crank,
Until the frames cease to move.
And the movie turns into a photo..
a photo the size of my fist, I hope she knows.
A hiccup in paradise,
I keep you jealously to myself.
In photos the size of a kiss,
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and a letterhead I'm dying about. I'm dying about.
(x2)
I've watched you whore yourself for one more thing.
Why don't you sell yourself for one more?
There's always one more thing.
Why don't you sell yourself?
If I can't have you no one will!
Pushing a lover to love another.
Are you turned on?
Are you turned on?
(x2)
A hiccup in paradise
I keep you jealously to myself,
In a photo the size of a kiss
A kiss in the shape of a bullet.
On phone lines and a letterhead
I'm dying about. I'm dying about.
(x2)
A hiccup in paradise,
I keep you jealously to myself.
in a photo the size of a kiss,
a kiss in the shape of a bullet.
I keep you jealously to myself. (x4)
A kiss in the shape of a bullet
04 Ry Ry's Song (03:31)
There's a woman sitting in a motel room counting minutes
and she's adding to her list of, "one hour loves."
She's tired and the new will do, she'll replace the body,
his friends are good for bang-bang! An amiable hobby.
she's got a secret.
Just keep it and sleep with it.
and he can't believe a thing you've said.
"We're going nowhere" n' "fair is fair."
and he cant believe a damn thing you say,
"We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair."
The way you play with lives is such a big disguise we swear that,
we're not gonna' take it.
The way you play with lives is such a big disguise we swear,
we're not running naked.
There's a man who's sitting in a motel waiting for a hooker
that he never applied for, is it even her?
and he cant believe a damn thing you say,
"We're going nowhere" and "fair is fair."
The way you play with lives is such a big disguise we swear that,
we're not gonna' take it, no more
The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise we swear,
we're not running naked.
Just when it's perfect,
It's finite, he calls it.
she said "it's over, it's over..so long."
Just when it's perfect,
It's finite, he calls it.
she said "it's over, it's over. so long"
The way you play with lives is such a big disguise we swear
that, it's over, it's over, it's over
The way you fucked his life is such a big disguise we swear,
we're not running naked.
he would stay forever just to say he saw you leave,
and maybe things wouldn't be this way
he would stay forever just to say he saw you on your knees.
I burn the lamp, when I burn, when,
I do I do everything I do for you,
But he hates you, hates you,
And I guess it's nothing new for you.
05 Lovebites and Razorlines (04:09)
"Who you fucking now?" I use my slit wrist to sign my name
with and when you can't compete with the Joneses,
Gun em' all down (even the father).
You filthy whore.
Shut up and swallow my pride for me.
Move closer or drive further Suck on the end of this dick that cums lead,
but first I'm coming after you all.
It's ladies night at the bar but she smokes a mans' cigar.
I guess she's dying.
oh well.
I don't give a fuck about your dignity.
That's the bastard in me.
I know a girl who sells herself around and
I'm sure one day she'll sign autographs in your town.
Looking back into my diary, what makes me say those things?
What causes my laughter at another's disaster? it's the bastard in me.
You live in shit and you will eat your own way out.
I am too fly and shy.
Like no other guy.
Too fly and shy just for you.
I'll mark you all.
06 Hurting and Shoving (She Should Have Let Me Sleep) (03:28)
When I get back
Pre-break of dawn
hear the ring it's me
live from a pay phone
talking in the rain.
Things pan out exactly as i say they will.
Will I be less happy
when I get back?
Two hand in one glove
as if we were poor.
The hard up make the soup from stones
like the poor before them did before.
You say the waiting could crush your heart.
But it's nothing new to me
have you crave me so desperately
but I know
how when you need me you bleed for me,
though now I'm gone you fill my shoes with new
fans.
Always and forever
we are apart and may she see
she'd be free rejoicing in distance
if she only let me sleep.
Will things make less happy
when I get back?
Absence makes the heart grow still.
Abuse the hunt; confuse the kill.
I know, I know.
Make the dead feel deader
deader.
Make the dead sleep nights with a razor
waiting.
Kill the prey.
I'll hold my child's head underwater.
If it's a boy, I was joking
if it's a daughter, I'll say I did what I did
because I had to...
And if you find my kid later
tell her I laughed too.
We just might work out fine
because I love you enough
to let you give the pain that I want
...And when you do
I just might fuck you
enough to love you.
Once upon my night stand
lied letters piled in columns
postmarked Middle Island
out east in the country of Solemn.
08 Her Middle Name Was Boom (04:15)
She cured the plague of the holy child.
And all the while, she just walked in.
And "boom" she said,
in her room with her red fingernails
and a grip on the answers.
When it's home..
and I'm broken, let's fix.
When it's home..
and I'm swollen, let's kiss.
When it's home..
and we're walking, she'll lead.
If she's waiting, we'll leave.
I'm so gracious I got you here.
If you touch it, it's cold.
If you drop it, it breaks.
If you hug it, it shakes.
Hold and it shakes.
Cuz "Boom!" she said. Boom... she's dead.
When it's home..
and I'm broken, let's fix.
When it's home..
and I'm swollen, let's kiss.
When it's home..
and we're walking, she'll lead.
If she's waiting, we'll leave.
I'm so gracious, my name's "I Dare". (x3)
When it's home..
and I'm broken, let's fix.
When it's home..
and I'm swollen, let's kiss.
When it's home..
and we're walking, she'll lead.
If she's waiting, we'll leave.
I'm so gracious.
(screams)
Have we fucked all the while?
Let me be alone.
And all the while...
(x2)
Said all the while...
(x5)
09 Piano (04:58)
Three times alone this week I was suppose to be a rock star. I only beat you when I'm drunk, You're only pretty when you're crying. We are suppose to be the ones to set the air afire. Three times alone this week I was made into a liar. Whether (or not) I found the gold I never told. Richer: I brilliant white. I. I wear shoes that move men from desert to riches. Give me what you got girl and scratch it because it itches. Call me Chameleon and set this air afire. Three times alone this week I was suppose to be a liar. Whether (or not) I found the gold I never told. Richer: I brilliant white. I. Maybe not. Why the stare? Would I lie about that which I am scared? What did I say to you? Step into a pot of gold, rejoice in fire that which soon burns cold. What did I say to you? I can't deny it the love, the throat, sincerity I can't deny it I've got to keep my P.M.A. Cause I, in order to fly I tell you that I (scream) don't you realize that i silence it? it's that fucking hard
10 Babe (01:41)
I exude light and wash my hands of you.
By larger beings devoured, leaving only me to improve.
Weep.
Don't fucking weep.
You weak eyes cry tears of the meek.
Weep.
Catch up with the sheep.
It's a sacrilegious ceremony.
New flavor of the week.
Nothing's sacred in the faces of the soulless (that you're made into).
You're raptured by a guilty stifle down.
"...And what I'll do is mess you up and lie to you."
Look at you, you know it's true.
It's a field trip to Hollywood Babylon But I'm Not Coming.
No.
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