Dopo quel guazzabuglio di generi quale era “Nimrod” vi sarete chiesti quale genere avrebbero intrapreso i giorni verdi: il rock, il solito pop punk, lo ska, le ballate acustiche?
Ebbene la risposta è in questo “Warning:”: il pop rock.
I fan più duri e puri comprarono l’album, lo ascoltarono storcendo il naso e lo cestinarono senza pietà e senza una ragione ben precisa: purtroppo dopo “Dookie” tutti hanno sempre aspettato un inutile “Dookie 2” (che c’è stato con lo scarso “Insomniac” n.d.r.), non rimanendo soddisfatti dei lavori successivi.
Comunque le 12 tracce corrono veloci, sono fresche, ingenue, e ci fanno passare 40 minuti piacevoli. L’album si apre con la title track, simpatica song dove prevale la chitarra acustica (è in tutte le tracce) e il ritmo non è decisamente punk rock. “Bloode Sex And Booze” invece ci ricorda “Hitchin A Ride” anche se quella era molto più ispirata e cattiva; il testo parla del sado maso: “io non oserò muovermi, per il dolore che mi provoca è quello di cui ho bisogno perciò fammi sanguinare…”. “Church On Sunday” è una canzone pop melodicamente spensierata, il testo invece è una promessa un po’ infantile: “se ti prometto di venire in chiesa la domenica, verrai con me venerdi mattina?”.
La prima vera sorpresa dell’album è “Misery”; scritta a sei mani parla della sfiga, che è capace di accomunare persone diverse; l’arrangiamento è in stile “folkloristico-western” soprattutto nell’intermezzo, è da ascoltare in campagna: rende benissimo. “Deadbeat Holiday” è una bella canzone malinconica che sforna una lirica ottimista; da notare come l’assolo sia molto simile a quello di “Times Like These” dei Foo Fighters. Invece “Hold On” si comporta al contrario: a dispetto dell’armonica allegra e del ritmo felice, il testo è una triste dichiarazione e un invito a non mollare mai.
Eccoci al trio fantastico di chiusura: “Waiting” è una delle più rockeggianti del cd ma lascia dentro una malinconia immotivata! “Minority” è senza dubbio la song che più ricorda i vecchi G.D., punk rock potente, distorsioni, ottimo per scatenarsi ma che in qualche modo non va troppo fuori strada rispetto all’ambiente dell’album.
La migliore traccia è la conclusiva “Macy’s Day Parade” che calca il solco di “Time Of Your Life” con qualche elemento in più che gli fa guadagnare il titolo di migliore canzone dell’album, e forse anche della discografia, dei californiani.
In conclusione è un album mediocre da ascoltare quando non si hanno troppi pensieri, quando si pensa solo al divertimento, o come sottofondo tranquillo in una festa estiva. Altra domanda: il successore imminente come suonerà?
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Warning (03:42)
This is a public service announcement, this is only a test
Emergency evacuation protest
May Impair your ability to operate machinery
Can't quite tell just what it means to me
Keep out of reach of children, don't you talk to strangers
Get your philosophy from a bumper sticker
Warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Without. Alright.
Better homes and safety-sealed communities
Did you remember to pay the utility?
Caution: Police line, you better not cross.
Is it the cop, or am I the one thats really dangerous?
Sanitation, expiration date, question everything.
Or shut up and be a victim of authority
Warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Without. Alright.
Better homes and safety-sealed communities
Did you remember to pay the utility?
Caution: Police line, you better not cross.
Is it the cop, or am I the one that's really dangerous
Sanitation, expiration date, question everything.
Or shut up and be a victim of authority
Warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
Say warning. Live without warning
This is a public service announcement, this is only a test
02 Blood, Sex and Booze (03:32)
Waiting in a room
All dressed up and bound and gagged
To a chair
It's so unfair
I won't dare to move for the pain
She puts me through is what I need
So make it bleed
I'm in distress, oh mistress
I confess so do it one more time
These handcuffs are too tight
You know I will obey so please
Don't make me beg
For blood, sex and booze you give me
Some say I'm disturbed
But it's what I deserve another lesson
To be learned from a girl called kill
My head is in the gutter
Thank you sire strike up another mandolin
Of discipline
Throw me to the dogs
Let them eat my flesh down
To the wood
It feels so good
03 Church on Sunday (03:18)
Today is the first day of the rest of our lives
Tomorrow is too late to pretend
everything's all right
I'm not getting any younger as long
as you don't get any older
I'm not going to state that yesterday never was
Bloodshot deadbeat and lack of sleep
Making you mascara bleed
tears down your face
leaving traces of my mistakes
If I promise to go to church on Sunday
will you go with me on Friday night?
If you live with me, I'll die for you
and this compromise
I hereby solemnly swear to tell
the whole truth
And nothing but the truth is what
I'll ever hear from you
"trust" is a dirty word that comes
only from such a liar
but "respect" is something I will earn...
If you have faith
04 Fashion Victim (02:48)
He's a victim of his own time
In his "vinage suit" and tie
he's a casualty dressed to the teeth
In the latest genocide
the new seasons come and go
at the dog and pony show
gonna sit and beg and fetch the names
and follow the dress codes
What's in a name...hey!
She's a scented magazine
looking sharp and living clean
living well and dressed to kill
but she looks like hell to me
So when you're dancing through you wardrobe
do the anorex coco
cloaked with style
for pedophiles as the credit card explodes
You auctioned off your life
for the "most" expensive price
going once...
going twice...
now it's gone
You auctioned off your life
for the "most" expensive price
going once...
going twice...
now it's gone
What's in a name...hey!
What's in a name...hey!
What's in a name?
05 Castaway (03:52)
I'm on a sentimental journey
Into sight and sound
Of no return and no looking back or down
A conscientious objector to the
war that's in my mind
Leaving in a lurch and I'm
taking back what's mine
I'm on a mission
Into destination unknown
An expedition
Onto desolation road
Where am I
Castaway - Going at it alone
Castaway - Now I'm on my own
Castaway - Going at it alone
Castaway - Now I'm on my own
Lost and found
Trouble bound
Castaway
I'm riding on the night train and
driving stolen cars
Testing my nerves out on the blvd.
Spontaneous combustion in the
corners of my mind
Leaving in a lurch
and I'm taking back what's mine
I'm on a mission
Into destination unknown
An expedition
Onto desolation road
Where I'm a
Castaway - Going at it alone
Castaway - Now I'm on my own
Castaway - Going at it alone
Castaway - Now I'm on my own
Lost and found
Trouble bound
Castaway
06 Misery (05:05)
Virginia was a "lot lizard" from F.L.A.
She had a compound fracture in the "trunk"
It started when she ran away
Thumbs out out on the interstate
She hitched a ride to misery
"Mr. Whirly" had a catastrophic incident
He fell into the city by the bay
He liquidated his estate
Now he sleeps upon the Haight
Panhandling misery
He's gonna get high
When he's low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Vinnie was a hustler out of Amsterdam
He ran the drug cartel in "tinseltown"
They found him in a cadillac
Bludgeoned with a baseball bat in the name
Of misery
Gina hit the road to New York City
Mysteriously the night Vinnie croaked
She stopped in Vegas to elope
With Virgina and the dope
And kissed the bride eternally
And they're gonna get high
When they're low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
Hell hounds on your trail now once again..boy
It's groping on your leg until it sleeps
The emptiness will fill your soul with sorrow
Because it's not what you make....it's what you leave
And we're gonna get high
When I'm low
The fire burns from better days
And she screamed why
I said I don't know
The catastrophic hymns from yesterday
Of misery
08 Hold On (02:56)
As I stepped to the edge
Beyond the shadow of a doubt
With my conscience beating
Like the pulse of a drum
That hammers on and on
Until I reach the break of day
As the sun beats down on
The halfway house
Has my conscience beating
The sound in my ear
The will to persevere
As I reach the break of day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskated and the losers
Nothing's left to cling onto
Gotta to hold on
You got to hold on to yourself
A cry of hope
A plea for peace
And my conscience beating
It's not what I want for
It's all that I need
To reach the break of day
So I run to the edge
Of the shadows of a doubt
With my conscience bleeding
Here lies the truth the lost treasures of my youth
As I hold on to the break of day
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskated and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on
Gotta to hold on
Hold on to yourself
Take it up
(instrumental break)
When you lost all hope and excuses
And the cheapskated and the losers
Nothing's left to cling on
You got to hold on
Gotta to hold on
Hold on, hold on to yourself
09 Jackass (02:43)
To know you is to hate you
So loving you must be like suicide
Well I don't mind if you don't mind
I'm not the one that's going to die
I guess I just can't listen
To this one sided conversation again
Cause I don't care if I don't care
Well No one ever said that life is fair
Well everybody loves a joke
But no one likes a fool
And you're always cracking the same old lines again
You're well rehearsed on every verse
And that was stated clear
But no one understands your verity
The center of attention
Got an honorable mention once again
Congratulations and salutations
You're figment of your own imagination
Well everybody loves a joke
But no one likes a fool
And you're always cracking the same old lines again
You're well rehearsed one every verse
And that was stated clear
But no one understands your verity
To know you is to bait you
And you fell victim to your own denial
Well I don't mind if you don't mind
You're wasting all your time
11 Minority (02:49)
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
I pledge allegiance to the underworld
One nation under dog
There of which I stand alone
A face in the crowd
Unsung, against the mold
Without a doubt
Singled out
The only way I know 'cause
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority
Stepped out of the line
Like a sheep runs from the herd
Marching out of time
To my own beat now
The only way I know
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
Fuck 'em all
You are what you are inside 'cause
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority, hey!
One light, one mind
Flashing in the dark
Blinded by the silence of a thousand broken hearts
"For crying out loud" she screamed unto me
A free for all
Fuck 'em all
You are what you are inside 'cause
I want to be the minority
I don't need your authority
Down with the moral majority
'Cause I want to be the minority (I want to be)
The minority (I want to be)
The minority (I want to be)
The minority (I want to be)
The minority
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Altre recensioni
Di John
Solo ascoltandolo si capisce l'effettivo valore dell'opera.
"Minority" è il pezzo senza ombra di dubbio migliore, il più punk di tutti.
Di KID A 2000
Questa è la prova definitiva che i Green Day non hanno nulla a che vedere con il punk.
Il vero errore di questo disco è stato quello di inserire i migliori brani nella seconda metà dell'album rendendo la prima metà assolutamente noiosa e scontata.
