Irresistibilmente maleducati, inaffondabili, piccoli grandi musicisti; in una parola: Guttermouth. Di certo non li troverete mai in un enciclopedia dei migliori anni del punk, non troverete mai i loro album negli scaffali della ricordi o delle messagierie musicali, e probabilmente nessuno di voi ascolterà una qualsivoglia versione coverizzata di What' s the Big Deal o She' s got the Look da parte di Green Day o Good Charlotte; ma cerchiamo, anche se solo per pochi minuti, di riportare a galla il miglior disco della band, cioè , uno dei dischi più immediati, veloci ed efficaci che il punk non vedeva dai tempi dei Ramones e Dead Kennedys, e non è assolutamente una frase azzardata.
Rigoglioso, creativo e spensierato, (ma da non confondere con le squallide melodie alla emo e alla Blink 182), da parte di questo quintetto di pagliacci dell'underground, che usano i loro strumenti per divertire i loro fan (e in questo caso anche la critica). Arrivati al settimo capitolo della loro immensa discografia, i nostri decidono di dedicarsi ad un duro e grezzo sound punk rock, ma che si adattasse all'età del loro pubblico (giovani e pigri punkers privi di una vera e propria cultura). Eliminano cosi i canoni hardcore new school e post hardcore (distacco dovuto anche ad un irrobustimento della batteria), che avevano adottato in Musical Monkey (4 anni di distanza ), ma non rinunciando alle accellerazioni, che rendono inconfondibile il loro suono. Anche i brani diventano più complessi, subendo degli allungamenti di tempo, e riescono a mettere in piedi una mini-orchestra composta da banjo, violino, pianoforte, che vengono esposti in primo piano. Naturalmente sono presenti gli effetti sonori; un esempio sono le parlantine che fanno da introduzione a più d'un brano, e le liriche umoristiche e dissacranti. Il riff di That''s Life è qualcosa mai sentito prima, la canzone più furiosa del disco, e dopo un altrettanto incisiva Secure Horizons, arriva la galvanizzante She' s got the Look (canzone derivante da miraggi pop punk non molto lontani, e echi power alla Weezer suonati con velocità e maestria; da sottolineare il lavoro al basso sopra le righe di James Nunn). In I'm destroying the World entra in scena " l'orchestra " di cui si è parlato prima: banjo e violino s'impadroniscono quasi completamente della canzone, che nella sua breve durata, scorre via come l'acqua dal rubinetto; è anche l' unico pezzo che si distingue dal resto dell' album perchè pienamente suonato in chiave hardcore punk. Si prosegue con Chug-A-Lug night, di vago sapore Beatlesiano, e What You Like About Me, che non sfigurerebbe se fosse una canzone dei Velvet Revolver. L' album si chiude con la sperimentale non molto riuscita Cram it up Your Ass, con un testo infantile e volgare cantato per pochi secondi, perchè quasi completamente strumentale nel quale prevale il pianoforte.
Ogni buon amante del punk (a mio avviso) dovrebbe ascoltarlo. Un gruppo che è riuscito a precludersi le attenzioni e l' amicizia di Fat Mike (Nofx), ma che avrebbe meritato molto, molto di più.
Elenco tracce e testi
02 Can I Borrow Some Ambition? (02:18)
well i'm starving for attention
and i'm looking for perfection
and my only opposition
is my lack of motivation
but i'm looking for an in
but i'm pissin' in the wind
and if i had a towel
man i'm sure i'd throw it in
i'm fishing for a valid excuse
and when i think of one
i will put it to good use
am i a freight train or am i just the caboose
too much time tied to the rails
fuck no
gotta find a reason to go
fuck no
never have nothing to show
fuck no
gotta find a reason to go
fuck no
never have nothing to show (2x)
can i borrow some ambition
or a box of ammunition
man i need a new direction
like a positive regression
i could use a new excuse
need an ace, but drew a duece
i will do the world a favor
and i'll never reproduce
i'm fishing for a valid excuse
and when i think of one
i will put it to good use
am i a freight train or am i just the caboose
too much time tied to the rails
fuck no
gotta find a reason to go
fuck no
never have nothing to show
fuck no
gotta find a reason to go
fuck no
never have nothing to show (2x)
fuck no
gotta find a reason to go
fuck no
never have nothing to show
fuck no
gotta find a reason to go
fuck no
never have nothing to show (3x)
well i'm starving for attention
and i'm looking for perfection
now my only opposition
is my lack of motivation
i'm looking for an in
but i'm pissin' in the wind
03 Secure Horizons (02:50)
yea i know
i pissed away a lot of dough
what a waste of time
i spent every dime
not planning for a sound financial future
invested in the good times
you gotta learn to diversify
livin' large on the west side
inside tip
a high yield blue chip
the interest rates will fall
open gutter mall
planning for a sound financial future
invested in the good times
you gotta learn to diversify
livin' large on the west side
started out with pocket change
learned about capital gains
reinvest my dividends
the dow is on the rise again yeah
oh yeah
ring goes the final bell
bioteck did fairly well
power lunch with michael dell
really didn't go so well yeah
oh yeah
started with some pocket change
learned about capital gain
reinvest my dividends yeah
the dow is on the rise again
ring goes the final bell
bioteck did fairly well yeah
now our mall is pretty fucking tall
the merger spawned a split
monopolize then quit that shit
you got to secure your financial future
your financial future
invested in the good times
you gotta learn to diversify
livin' large on the west side
future invested in the good times
you gotta learn to diversify
livin' large on the west side
future
04 She's Got the Look (02:41)
she likes to read
i like tv
she's checking out my good friend steve (er)
she likes a beer
i like a shot
her parents think i'm selling pot
she likes the boys in the band
she rollerblades down the strand
when i pinch her butt in public
she complains
the best years of my life washed
down the...
i like to drive
she wants to walk
she caught me jacking in my sock
i like to drink
she likes to dance
i'm drunk again
off come my pants
she likes the boys in the band
i dig the surf / she likes the sand
when i come home late she's got
that look
i'm not talkin' bout that
jordache look
for you i'd do it
just for you i'd do it
i would wash my car
get a job
odor eaters for my shoes
for you i'd do it
for you
for you
i guess our eyes
will never meet
mark, please put down
the toilet seat
she likes to kiss
i'd rather fuck
all her friends
think i'm a schmuck
she did the boys in the band
i guess i'll be a single man
i used to want to sleep in
she'd complain
the best years of my life washed
down the drain
i'll wash my car
get a job
odor eaters for my shoes
i'll recycle all my beer cans
like i promised i would do
i will cancel my subscriptions
to juggs and beaver hunt
just for you i'll do it
just for you - for you
06 I'm Destroying the World (01:59)
hey mark its fourth and goal
why don't you get your dad a beer
and do us all a favor
get your punk ass out of here
i think our son's retarded
he likes to read not watch tv
he never plays no football
with the kids across the street
hey mom hey dad yeah sports are great
if you like touching other men
but when we touch each other off the field
well this becomes a sin
so i understand you think i'm slow
but i don't want to be like you
because of you and mommy i
its what i was born to do hey hey
i'm destroying the world
i don't really give a shit
cuz it feels so god damn cool
i'm destroying the world
i don't really give a shit no
sorry son we understand
that you just don't fit in
so i filled your mom's prescription
you'll be one of us again
i don't give a shit bout what you think
you made me just who i am
i'm taking up the banjo
to execute my evil plan
i'm destroying the world
i don't really give a shit cuz it feels so
god damn cool
i'm destroying the world
i don't really give a shit no
i'm destroying the world
i don't really give a shit
cuz it feels so god damn cool
i'm destroying the world
i don't really give a shit no
gon get
07 Chug-A-Lug Night (03:38)
there was smoke on the water
a little fire in the sky
if i hear that song one more time
i'll stick a fork right in my eye
another round and a pickled egg
a truck pulled up with a 100 kegs
just another friday night
fuck no fuck no
its chug-a-lug night
here we go
here we go
chug-a-lug night
kissin' girls you don't know
here we go (2x)
beer is in my hair
and vomits on my toes
here we go (2x)
for no damn reason
i'm takin' off my clothes
here we go (2x)
i walked to the bar
but now i'm driving...
i still believe in anarchy
pardon me sir i have to pee
passed out greaser on the floor
a beer fart on his pompadour
i'm quite happy almost gay
what the fuck did i just say
something new every night
fuck no fuck no
its chug-a-lug night
here we go (2x)
chug-a-lug night
kissin' girls you don't know
here we go (2x)
beer is in my hair
and vomits on my toes
here we go (2x)
for no damn reason
i'm takin' off my clothes
here we go (2x)
i walked to the bar
but now i'm drivin home
09 I Won't See You in the Pit (01:09)
listen to me its a 100 degrees
and still you've got your leather jacket on
i know it sure looks nice
like sugar and some spikes
to be in vogue who cares if the heat is on
you think your cause is valid
but you're on the outside
join the rank you are fighting you will see
take over from inside
45 minutes just a puttin up your hawk
oh boy does it look good and boy do you look smart
you can sing about change
but what's the fucking point
cops have control oink, oink, oink
10 Black Enforcers (02:11)
we run with the night
everybody knows we run with the night
we enforce in the night
everybody knows we enforce in the night
black enforcers
we enforce by the night
got got got no pity on you
if you don't know the handshake
we will know that you don't know the handshake
9 times against the wall
everybody knows its 9 times
black enforcers
raise your palm and swipe
we enforce with artillery force
everybody knows jay santos
we enforce the enforcer's way
we will know that you don't know the enforcer's way
black enforcers
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