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In occasione dell'uscita del nuovo (ahahahah) album Dance of Death, mi accingo a recensire il suo predecessore, ovvero Brave New World.
Sappiamo tutti chi sono gli Iron Maiden. Ultrasettantenni che fanno canzoni composte principalmente da tre accordi, Mi Re Do e occasionalmente un Sol, e che appassionano ragazzini cerebrolesi con un pupazzone che farebbe impallidire il vostro orsetto di peluche, in quanto a dolcezza e morbidume.
Il singolo estratto da questo album, The Wicker Man, aveva incenerito al primo ascolto chi sperava in un qualche cambiamento, annichilendo ogni fievole speranza con un bel riffone granitico ovviamente basato su Mi Re Do e Sol... niente di più, niente di meno.
Del resto il ritorno di Dickinson non sembrava lasciar scampo a qualche innovamento dopo il deludente The X Factor e il bellissimo Virtual XI, gli unici dove la presenza di un cantante - Blaze Bayley - dalle caratteristiche molto diverse da quelle di Dickinson aveva costretto gli Iron a cercare qualcosa che si potesse adattare meglio allo stile, decisamente particolare, del nuovo singer.
Le poche canzoni da ricordare sono la discreta Blood Brother, la cazzutissima The Fallen Angel e la traccia finale dal titolo troppo lungo, mentre nelle altre troverete gli stessi identici riff che potete sentire su tutte le altre produzioni firmate Iron Maiden.
Nonostante tutto mi sembra giusto tributare un grazie di tutto cuore agli Iron per tutto ciò che hanno fatto in questi due decenni abbondanti di heavy metal ignorante: annoiare, divertire, vomitare, innamorare. Come poi non ricordare i primi headbanging, i primi assoli di air guitar, la prima maglietta metal comprata, la piastra per lisciarsi capelli che sembrano sfidare le leggi della gravità.
E grazie ancora da parte di tutti i metallari che adesso hanno quarant'anni e da quelli che ne hanno quindici, perché il fatto di avere ascoltato almeno un album degli Iron li accomuna, grazie per essere riusciti a dare all'heavy metal un significato, grazie per essere riusciti ad unire persone di diverse culture, età, religioni, ideologie, nazioni e continenti con la vostra musica.
Credetemi... pochi altri ci sono riusciti.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Ghost of the Navigator (06:50)
I have sailed to many lands now I make my final journey
On the bow i stand, west is where i go
Through the night i plough still my heart calculate and pray
As the compass swings my will is strong
I will not be led astray
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, I know
I see the ghosts of navigators but they're lost
As they sail into the sunset they'll count the cost
As their skeletons accusing emerge from the sea
The sirens of the rocks, they beckon me
Take my heart and set it free
Carried forward by the waves
Nowhere left to run, Navigator's sun
Chasing rainbows all my days
Where I go I do not know
I only know the place I've been
Dreams they come and go, ever shall be so
Nothing's real until you feel
I steer between the crashing rocks, the sirens call my name
Lash my hands onto the helm, blood surging with the strain
I will not fail now as sunrise comes the darkness left behind
For eternity I follow on there is no other way
Mysteries of time clouds that hide the sun
But I know, I know
04 Blood Brothers (07:14)
And if you're taking a walk through
the garden of life
What do you think you'd expect you
would see?
Just like a mirror reflecting the
moves of your life
And in the river reflections of me
Just for a second a glimpse of my
father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment the memories are all
that remain
And all the wounds are reopening again
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
And as you look all around at the
world in dismay
What do you see, do you think we
have learned
Not if you're taking a look at the
war-torn affray
Out in the streets where the babies
are burned
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
There are times when I feel I'm afraid
for the world
There are times I'm ashamed of us all
When you're floating on all the
emotion you feel
And reflecting the good and the bad
Will we ever know what the answer
to life really is?
Can you really tell me what life is?
Maybe all the things that you know
that are precious to you
Could be swept away by fate's
own hand
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
When you think that we've used
all our chances
And the chance to make
everything right
Keep on making the same
old mistakes
Makes untipping the balance so easy
When we're living our lives on
the edge
Say a prayer on the book of the dead
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
And if you're taking a walk through
the garden of life
05 The Mercenary (04:42)
Pay to kill, die to lose
Hunter, hunted which you are
Diablo comes again
To make trophies out of men
Lose your skin, lose your skull
One by one the sack is full
In the heat dehydrate
Know which breath will be your last
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
You've got to kill to stay alive
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
You've got to kill to stay alive
Show them no fear, show them no pain
Show them no fear, show them no pain
Show them no fear, show them no pain
Show them no fear, show them no pain
Human heart, human mind
Intellect intertwined
Focus sharp in the night
Watch the jungle burning bright
Toe to toe throw the line
Everyone's caught hand tied
Iron will Iron fist
How could it have come to this?
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
You've got to kill to stay alive
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
You've got to kill to stay alive
Show them no fear, show them no pain
Show them no fear, show them no pain
Show them no fear, show them no pain
Show them no fear, show them no pain
08 The Nomad (09:06)
Like a mirage riding on the desert sand
Like a vision floating with the desert winds
Know the secret of the ancient desert lands
you're the keeper of the mystery in your hands
Nomad rider of the ancient east
Nomad rider that men know the least
Nomad where you come from no one knows
Nomad where you go to no one tells
Undercover of the veil of your disguise
The men that fear you are the ones that you despise
No one's certain what your future will behold
You're a legend your own history will be told
Nomad rider of the ancient east
Nomad rider that men know the least
Nomad where you come from no one knows
Nomad where you go to no one tells
No one dares to even look or glance your way
Your reputation goes before you they all say
Like a spirit that can disappear at will
Many claim of things but no one's seen you kill
Nomad, you're the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you're the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you're the rider of the desert sands
No man's ever understood your genius
Those who see you in horizon desert sun
Those who fear your reputation hide or run
You send before you a mystique that's all your own
Your silhouette is like a statue carved in stone
Nomad, you're the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you're the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you're the rider of the desert sands
No man's ever understood your genius
Legend has it that you speak an ancient tongue
But no one's spoke to you and lived to tell the tale
Some they say that you have killed a hundred man
Others say that you have died and live again
Nomad, you're the rider so mysterious
Nomad, you're the spirit that men fear in us
Nomad, you're the rider of the desert sands
No man's ever understood your genius
09 Out of the Silent Planet (06:25)
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
Withered hands, withered bodies begging for salvation
Deserted by the hand of gods of their own creation
Nations cry underneath decaying skies above
You are guilty, the punishment is death for all who live
The punishment is death for all who live
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation
The killing fields, the grinding wheels crushed by equilibrium
Separate lives no more disguise, no more second chances
Haggard wisdom spitting out the bitter taste of hate
I accuse you before you know the crime it's all too late
Before you know the crime it's all too late
Out of the silent planet
Dreams of desolation
Out of the silent planet
Come the demons of creation
Out of the silent planet
Out of the silent planet we are
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Di Laskar_nec
"Con 'sto coso o ci vivi o ci muori."
"È forse l'unico album non per fan, che forse lo detesteranno per le poche novità, bensì per novelli in cerca di esperienze, che forse lo ameranno per ovvi motivi."
Di vezzo
Blood Brothers: costruito su un tempo dispari e con un testo veramente toccante.
The Fallen Angel: un heavy piuttosto pesante che si commenta da solo.
