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"Norvegesi completamente immersi in un tempestoso sound Hard-Rock; con una velocità di esecuzione dei singoli brani feroce ed incontrollata. Tra i migliori esponenti di quella scena scandinava votata al culto di MC5, Stooges e Motorhead...I GOT A WAR..."
Non del tutto casauale la mia citazione odierna.
Che subitamente spiegherò: il terzo lavoro dei norvegesi si apre con il terremoto uditivo di I Got A War.
Gluecifer: "la colla del diavolo" la libera traduzione del nome scelto da questa congrega di pazzi.
Tender Is The Savage: "tenero è il selvaggio"...idem come la riga sopra.
Hard en Roll suonato senza freni; con quella esagerata carica punkeggiante da inchiodarti nell'ascolto.
Da uscirne con le ossa fratturate dopo averli visti in concerto per il tour del disco nel leggendario Rainbow di Milano.
Non si inventano nulla ma ci mettano tanta di quella grinta che non ti aspetteresti da una band proveniente dalle gelide lande norvegesi.
Copertina fumosa che ben introduce al dinamico e rabbioso suono del lavoro.
Foto interna del booklet ancora più esplicita: i cinque immortalati in un sordido bagno. Due di loro impegnati nell'espletare le personali escrezioni; altri due "stesi" e messi al tappeto da qualche libagione alcolica di troppo. Solo il cantante Biff Malibu (un nome un programma!!) sembra in apparenza ancora reggere, appoggiandosi agli stipiti della porta del proprio wc.
In alcuni passaggi del disco provano a rallentare l'andatura, grazie alla produzione di un certo Daniel Rey (qualcuno del Lago di Bracciano dovrebbe conoscerlo visto che ha lavorato con quella masnada di agitatori sonori provenienti da Portorico...).
Ma quando spingono a tutta regalano i momenti migliori dell'album: ed allora è consigliato spararsi in cuffia le mitragliate di Ducktail Heat, Drunk And Pompous e Sputnik Monroe. Con in aggiunta la già citata I Got A War.
Una batteria che conosce, nemmeno troppo bene, un solo tempo; un basso messo a caso tanto per fare del sano rumore in più; due chitarre arroventate che supportano gli sgraziati proclami di Biff. Cori e coretti sparsi lungo il percorso.
Tutti ingredienti perfetti per un disco che sfiora la perfezione.
Esagitati Gluecifer!!!
Diabolos Rising 666.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 I Got a War (03:28)
I’ve got a war baby
so whatcha gonna do
I got a war baby
I got a war with you
I get sick baby
And I get it from you
I wanna kick baby
I guess that we are thru
So whatcha gonna do
Tell me whatcha gonna do
Come on tell me whatcha gonna do
Yeah I got a war with you
Linin’ up I’m on the battle field
Coz I demand a whole lot more
I’m tellin you baby
I got a war
Grab a chair you gonna need a shield
Coz I got so much in store
I’m tellin you baby
I got a war
I’m fed up baby
With the things you do
I’m all gone dammit
Nothin’ you can do
Coz I’m screamin’
And you can keep on dreamin’
Nothin’ more to say
Nothin’ more to do
And I’ll be diggin’ my trench
Get me out of this stench
Coz I’m gone
02 Chewin' Fingers (02:22)
He’s in a dirty line - He wanna do it
Doin’ record time - He wanna do it
He’s among the swine - And gettin’ thru it
Doin’ record time
Waitin’ up - Chewin’ on your fingers
Waitin’ up - Need a little stinger
Waitin’ up - Givin’ it a little more time
What a situation
Loaded with frustration
Gonna be the next in line
Pushin’ it - Need a little lubin’
Pushin’ it - Get on with your doin
Pushin’ it - Recordbreaker on the loose
Gettin to a breakdown
And now I’m lookin like a sad clown
He’s a recordbreaker with the blues
03 Ducktail Heat (02:41)
Got a little curl
A five-cent in a two dollar world
He was born restricted he was born to ooze
Sittin’ in a seat
Cheap grin and them smelly feet
Playin’ nothin but a watered out shitty blues
Got a lip but you’re goin nowhere’
Nowhere on that street
White fire - in your soul
White fire and you’re out of control
White fire baby it’s a ducktail heat
Drivin in the fast lane
with the handbrake on
Changed a pot of gold for a pot of stone
Livin in a shithouse
Where the power’s gone
You can get a dollar for that useless telephone
You got a face but you’re goin’ nowhere
Nowhere on them feet
White fire - in your soul
White fire and you’re out of control
White fire baby it’s a ducktail heat
05 Red Noses, Shit Poses (04:12)
Well I will get in the cage
and I will meet the rage
Coz I aint got no choice now
Gotta turn the page
And when I hear the roar
You know I gonna soar
I know it’s comin down to the will yeah
like it did before
I’m standin on the edge of my feet
Gotta whip it till I break it down
Got me dancin’ to the animal beat when I
want the death of a clown
What I hate is the goddamn nose
Shit shoes and a sad excuse for clothes
The time has come for your final fall
So get up this is your curtain call
I gonna shit inside of your pants - You got it comin’
Slap you with my mighty hands - You got it comin’
Break you dammit break you down
I want the death of a clown
God I hate your smile
what a loser style
Fallin over like a silly child
man it drives me wild
So now you’re rollin round in the dust
You get ready for the ultimate trick
Got me howlin like a trumpet baby
(Got me) cuttin into your schtick
Tonight your show is off
And I will take your stage
When it’s gettin tough
you gonna need some rage
06 Drunk and Pompous (03:21)
I got ’em horny feet
You got the epic beat
Wanna make’ em cream
You wanna make’ em dream
Coz I was born to shout
and tell’ em all what it’s really about
No time for liberation baby
It’s time to let the beasty out
Ain't it sweet now
to walk the shitty street now
What a blast
coz i love it fast
Sweet liberation with a twist
coz in a cool world I exist
Gonna pull my shutters down
gonna kick it all around
coz I’m a black belt master fightin’ with a velvet fist
I’m a screamer you’re a dreamer- so whatcha gonna do
Gonna push that thing till they’re beggin for a hefty screw
I’ll be a fire-breathin’ boy
with a thousand db ploy
Gonna breathe some fire fire baby coz I’m pissed
Yeah I was born to rule
You’s born to drool
Ain’t takin’ no goddammn shit
Got a suit with the snuggest fit
And you might say I’m bad
Nothin’ but a fad
But I’m on a quest
Baby I’m posessed
07 Rip-off Strasse (04:16)
Big plate tell me where's my meat
You ride a car from the passenger seat
Big words about a little plan
A little boy with a card that says man
And everybody's goin nowhere
Ripped off on a rip off street
Talkin' bout a thing that's not happenin' here
Ripped off to a ripoff beat
Big glass but it's filled up with ice
You order grand then you eat a slice
They got the sign but they aint got the goods
Like a seven inch record at an LP price
I know you you got your house down on rip-off street
I know you you got them dancin to the rip-off beat
I know you you walk around on your rip-off feet
I'm tellin you baby I'm gonna give you some - heat
08 Dog Day, Dog Night (02:53)
I’m on the nightshift I got a hate gift
I’m gonna settle this thing
I’m on a dark and shitty mission gonna deliver that sting
When I punch the clock you know I’ll be the rock that falls on you
I got a book of tasks, a toolbelt and I know what I’ll do
Dog day, dog night
I’m gettin dark wanna shut out the light
Dog day, and a doggie night
Dog bark, dog bite
Unchained and I’m feelin’ allright
Dog bark and a doggie bite
When no-one sees you I’m gonna squeeze you
and hold you up in my court
Coz I’m gonna be the winner when they read the final score
When I punch the clock you know I’ll be the rock that falls on you
I got a book of tasks, a toolbelt and I know what I’ll do
10 Exit at Gate Zero (04:16)
I got a phone-call and I am back on the street
I'm throwin' curses at the people I meet
Got a black heart workin' hard deep inside of me
Coz I'm back on the street where I swore that I would never be
And now I'm headin for shame - Yeah - what a game
I said I'm back on the leash coz I'm always there to reach
See me on my knees, I'm takin' hits sayin' please
I got the spine of a snake think I'll give myself a break
I got a closet baby, you wanna keep it shut
I'm sentimental, but you're kickin' me in the gut
When I've decided that this is never gonna bring me down
You got me runnin' to your doorlike a loser got me hangin' around
I'm gonna press my face to the mirror, gonna shape things up
I'm gonna smash my fist thru the door coz I'm crackin' up
I can't take take it anymore I wanna let it go
But now I'm runnin' down the street
coz you're tellin me I can't say no
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