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Spraang!!
Sentite il rumore del portone di casa Linkin Park che si apre? Lo fa per dare alla luce la sua ultima creatura, l'ennesima fatica live (siamo già alla terza), in questo caso registrata nello studio Apple di SoHo, quartiere di New York.
Non fatevi ingannare dalla scritta "ITunes exclusive" sulla copertina, perchè nonostante questo ep sia da tempo disponibile in quella forma, si potrà anche aquistare a breve in tutti i negozi di dischi; il mio intento sarebbe quello di dedicare poche righe ai fan dei buoni Linkin, per convincerli a lasciar perdere l'acquisto tangibile o in rete di questo piccolo orrore, in virtù dell'ascolto di prodotti un pochino più intelligienti..
Il disco parte male, con la medesima intro strumentale che anticipava "Minutes To Midnight"... e per medesima intendo il significato assoluto del termine, in quanto le traccie, da entrambi i cd, sono esattamente sovrapponibili (curiosa anche la scelta di proporre un pezzo introduttivo strumentale in un ep di sei traccie, ma tant'è.. ); si prosegue con la grintosa "Given Up", indicata da molti come pezzo migliore di MTM.. Effettivamente la band se la cava, con una buona prestazione di chitarra elettrica e batteria, ma già da qui si sente che la voce di Bennington non rende quanto in studio; poi che il pezzo in sè sia brutto è un altro discorso: la tastiera ed second vocalist sono inesistenti, poi il ritornello non lo trovo azzeccato.
Abbiamo poi tre brani,"Shadow of the Day", "In Pieces" (che considero una grandissima canzone) e "Bleed It Out", che hanno tutti le stesse caratteristiche: sono suonate non più che discretamente, modificate in modo mediocre dalle versioni originali e soprattutto cantate in modo imbarazzante dal signor Chester, che dopo questa prestazione sfata anche il mito di avere un buon screaming nei live come in studio.
Faccio un discorso a parte solo per la piano version di "My December": il brano, molto noioso, è accompagnato dal solo pianoforte del chitarrista-vocalist Mike Shinoda, che non fa altro che mettere insieme una cosa come cinque accordi elementari al minuto, roba da bambini di sei anni.. lo considerino un insulto personale quelli che, come me, pur suonando pianoforte e tastiera in modo serio, la platea di Shinoda potranno solo sognarsela. Un vero insulto alle mie orecchie.
Brutta release quindi, forse la peggiore della carriera dei Linkin Park; extended play noioso dall'inizio alla fine grazie soprattutto a delle terrificanti fasi controllate dal solo parlato di Bennington, ormai assolutamente incapace di portare avanti un pur così breve show. Patetica poi la band a definire questo "il miglior concerto in uno studio Apple della loro carriera" (ma perchè, ne hanno fatti molti?), ed ancora più patetici i fan che su ITunes store continuano a parlare di un grandissimo concerto.
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02 Given Up (03:09)
Wake in a sweat again
Another day’s been laid to waste
In my disgrace
Stuck in my head again
Feels like I’ll never leave this place
There’s no escape
I’m my own worst enemy
I’ve given up, I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away, I’m suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
I don’t know what to take
Thought I was focused, but I’m scared
I’m not prepared
I hyperventilate
Looking for help, somehow, somewhere
And no one cares
I’m my own worst enemy
I’ve given up, I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away, I’m suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
GOD!
Put me out of my misery!
Put me out of my misery!
Put me out of my…
Put me out of my fucking misery!
I’ve given up, I’m sick of feeling
Is there nothing you can say?
Take this all away, I’m suffocating
Tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
03 Leave Out All the Rest (03:29)
I dreamed I was missing, you were so scared
But no one would listen ‘cause no one else cared
After my dreaming, I woke with this fear
What am I leaving when I’m done here?
So if you’re asking me, I want you to know
When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don’t resent me, and when you’re feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest, don’t be afraid
I’ve taken my beating, I’ve shared what I made
I’m strong on the surface, not all the way through
I’ve never been perfect, but neither have you
So if you’re asking me, I want you to know
When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don't resent me, and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting / all the hurt inside you’ve learned to hide so well
Pretending / someone else can come and save me from myself
I can’t be who you are
When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done
Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed
And don’t resent me, and when you're feeling empty
Keep me in your memory, leave out all the rest
Leave out all the rest
Forgetting / all the hurt inside you’ve learned to hide so well
Pretending / someone else can come and save me from myself
I can’t be who you are
I can’t be who you are
04 Bleed It Out (02:45)
And here we go for the hundredth time
Hand grenade pins in every line
Throw 'em up and let something shine
Going out of my fuckin' mind
Filthy mouth, no excuse
Find a new place to hang this noose
String me up from atop these roofs
Knot it tight so I won't get loose
Truth is you can stop and stare
Run myself out, and no one cares
Dug the trench out, laid down there
With a shovel up out of reach somewhere
Yeah, someone pour it in
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out, go, stop the show
Choppy words and a sloppy flow
Shotgun opera, lock and load
Cock it back and then watch it go
Mama help me, I've been cursed
Death is rolling in every verse
Candy paint on his brand new hearse
Can't contain him, he knows he works
... this hurts, I won't lie
Doesn't matter how hard I try
Half the words don't mean a thing
And I know that I won't be satisfied
So why try ignoring him?
Make it a dirt dance floor again
Say your prayers and stomp it out
When they bring that chorus in
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out, I've opened up these scars
I'll make you face this
I pull myself so far
I'll make you face, this, now
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
I bleed it out, digging deeper just to throw it away
Just to throw it away, just to throw it away
I bleed it out
I bleed it out
I bleed it out.
05 Shadow of the Day (04:50)
I close both locks below the window,
I close both blinds and turn away,
Sometimes solutions aren't so simple,
Sometimes goodbye's the only way,
And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you,
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you,
In cards and flowers on your window,
Your friends all plead for you to stay,
Sometimes beginnings aren't so simple,
Sometimes goodbye's the only way,
And the sun will set for you,
The sun will set for you,
And the shadow of the day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you,
And the shadow after day,
Will embrace the world in grey,
And the sun will set for you,
And the shadow of the day
Will embrace the world in grey
And the sun will set for you
08 No More Sorrow (03:42)
Are you lost… in your lies?
Do you tell yourself "I don’t realize"?
Your crusade’s a disguise,
Replaced freedom with fear, you trade money for lives.
I’m aware of… what you’ve done.
No, no more sorrow!
I’ve paid for your mistakes!
Your… time is borrowed!
Your time has come to be replaced!
I see pain, I see need,
I see liars and thieves abuse power with greed.
I had hope, I believed,
But I'm beginning to think that I've been deceived.
You will pay for… what you've done!
No, no more sorrow!
I’ve paid for your mistakes!
Your… time is borrowed!
Your time has come to be replaced!
Thieves and hypocrites!
Thieves and hypocrites!
Thieves and hypocrites!
No, no more sorrow!
I’ve paid for your mistakes!
Your… time is borrowed!
Your time has come to be… replaced!
No more sorrow!
I’ve paid for your mistakes!
Your… time is borrowed!
Your time has come to be… replaced!
Your time has come to be… replaced!
Your time has come to be… erased!
11 In Pieces (03:38)
Telling me to go
But hands beg me to stay
Your lips say that you love
Your eyes say that you hate
There's truth in your lies
Doubt in your faith
What you build you lay to waste
There's truth in your lies
Doubt in your faith
All I've got's what you didn't take
So I, I won't be the one
Be the one to leave this
In pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don't lie
You promise me the sky
Then toss me like a stone
You wrap me in your arms
And chill me to the bone
There's truth in your lies
Doubt in your faith
All I've got's what you didn't take
So I, I won't be the one
Be the one to leave this
In pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don't lie
So I, I won't be the one
Be the one to leave this
In pieces
And you, you will be alone
Alone with all your secrets
And regrets
Don't lie
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Altre recensioni
Di Gallagher87
Delusione titanica 'The Little Things You Give Away', Chester fa quello che la deve dire lunga, al di fuori di qualche timidissimo assolo di chitarre, il resto è sonnifero.
Smentisco le dichiarazioni della band: non c'è ombra di hip-hop, il sound rockeggianti è presente in 2/12 dell'album e via dicendo.
Di prince22
"I Linkin Park si sono addolciti, ma mantengono la propria creatività."
"Il gruppo ha avuto il coraggio di cambiare stile e proporre qualcosa di nuovo."
Di ascensions86
Il problema che ne deriva è la mancanza di un’identità precisa per il disco, di un quadro generale che racchiude le singole canzoni.
Minutes to Midnight è un album sicuramente di buon livello, anche se dopo un’attesa di quattro anni era lecito aspettarsi qualcosa in più.
Di P@ne
"Un album che cambierà per sempre l'universo Linkin Park."
"Il valore di questa band rimane e rimarrà per sempre invariato."
Di Mariano90
È come se una mano mi desse uno schiaffo talmente forte sull’orecchio da farmi liquefare i timpani e tutto l’apparato uditivo.
Manca l’elemento essenziale che li aveva contraddistinto: il ROCK.
