Era il 1994 e il sottoscritto era tutto preso dai Pantera (ormai in parabola discendente) e dalla svolta stilistica dei Sepultura con "Roots", quando un amico mi fece sentire un gruppo chiamato Machine Head. Bene, quel gruppo mi folgorò e devo dire che e' un peccato che mancasse una recensione per questo disco fondamentale... quindi, ho pensato, perché non farla?

Questo disco è un assoluto capolavoro di post thrash metal e anticipa in molti casi il nu metal. Il thrash è dato dall'esperienza del loro mastermind Robb Flynn, ex vio-lence (gruppo cult thrash metal), che fondendo il suo stile con i nuovi suoni dettati da Pantera e simili creò con quest'album una sintesi perfetta. E' difficile citare qualche canzone in particolare perché a detta del sottoscritto sono tutte perfette, anche se "A Nation On Fire", "Davidian" e "The Rage To Overcome" sono un po' al di sopra delle altre. Per quanto riguarda i testi, sono tutti pieni di rabbia e voglia di giustizia in un mondo che agli inizi degli anni '90 si era svegliato dai colori e dai sogni degli '80... Infine, una menzione per la performance del batterista Chris Kontos che qui fa un lavoro assolutamente fenomenale e per la produzione del mitico Colin Richardson che dà al disco un suono assolutamente moderno e allo stesso tempo pulito e graffiante.

Tirando le somme, quest'album è un must per tutti gli appassionati di gruppi quali Pantera, Sepultura e Fear Factory.

Elenco tracce testi e samples

01   Davidian (04:55)

Blind man ask me forgiveness
I won't deny myself
Disrepect you have given
Your suffering's my wealth
I feed off pain, force fed to love it
And now I swallow whole
I'll never live in the past
Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast

Burn my fist to the concrete
My fear is my strength
Power, rage unbound because

Been pounded by the streets
Cyanide blood burns down the skyline
Hatred is purity
The bullet connects at last
Let freedom ring with a shotgun blast

Scarred
Pour the salt in the wound
Unscarred.

02   Old (04:05)

I am the man that defends all things profane
6000 years is the time that I shall reign
And with a grin drank the blood of holy swine
Impurity made the blood turn into wine

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

I am the pain that feeds off your weakness
A sickening born of hate not of the blessed
And with that time I will crush all things they prey
Destroying all from the known to the arcane

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

Bun my eyes and try to blind me
Bury me so they won't find me
Try to suck my power empty
Got no crown of thorns on me

So burn my eyes and try to blind
Bury me so they won't find
Try to suck my power dry
You got no crown of thorns on me

Old man, dead hand
If only in their insanity
The lie feeds off their greed
Jesus wept

03   A Thousand Lies (06:13)

What is a man that stays true to the game
But has to cheat a little to get by
Well that's a person that I know too well
Don't want to know but I don't have to ask why
Everyone like a loaded gun
You want some shit. I'll fuckin' pound you, son
Don't need a reason, pain I'm feelin'
I gotta vent or else I blow inside

Introspection, termination
Can't tell right from wrong
Fed up with this whole system
It's gone on far too long

You tell a thousand lies been told a thousand times
Your words we hear but we cannot sympathize
Thousand lies been told a thousand times
Hard as nails the power to survive

What s a man that stays true to the game
But can't believe some of the things he sees
Anger's a gift and I won't be kept down
In poverty there is no democracy
Used needle and a crack vile
A broken bottle and a bullet shell
This urban life is so volatile
An inner city or a concrete hell

Introspection, termination
Can't tell right from wrong
Fed up with this whole system
It's gone on far too long

You tell a thousand lies been told a thousand times
Your words we hear but we cannot sympathize
Thousand lies been told a thousand times
Hard as nails the power to survive

What is a man don't stay true to the game
Don't care for no one, only cares for his greed
He's playin' God killin' thousands of people
'Cause the power is the fix that he needs
Racist goal of the white devil
I watched our soul burnin' over oil
A politician got no feelin'
It makes my muthafuckin' cold blood boil

Introspection, termination
Can't tell right from wrong
Fed up with this whole system
It's gone on far too long

You tell a thousand lies been told a thousand times
Your words we hear but we cannot sympathize
Thousand lies been told a thousand times
Hard as nails the power to survive.

04   None but My Own (06:14)

I am only nothing, I am only this
I am just a man with there two fists
You have asked forgiveness
You have asked respect
Only something that you did forget

All you gave you had planned to take
Beat upon me but I won't break
Stripping everything from me ? No !

Will to me your anger, will to me your rage
Will to me your lies, your sufferings
Not a man of virtue, not even a man
Will not take the hate dealt from your hands

Years of pain I will take and hone
Manifest with your broken bones
My heart bleeds for none but my own
My own

Burn
Burn

I am only nothing, I am only this
I am just a man with these two fists
You're not a man of virtue, not even a man
Will not take the hate dealt from your hands

Years of pain I will take and hone
Manifest with your broken bones
My heart bleeds for none but my own
My own

Burn
Burn

My heart bleeds for none but my own.

05   The Rage to Overcome (04:46)

This world does not want me
This world does not care
And I'm a product of this world
Confused. I'd say that's fair
This pain will never leave me
It's scarred upon my brain
Destroying everything that brought this
Just to keep me, just to keep me sane

A hatred burns inside me
Emotions out of hard
But I've the will to focus this
Survive, contrive, command
From pain comes a courage
The strength from injustice
The rage to overcome it all
An open mind
With a closed fist.

06   Death Church (06:33)

Well I look at justice in a different light
I been to jail, it didn't make me right
Try and conform but won't be deaf blind dumb
Been beaten down, just harder I've become

Death church rising
Hate church rising
Lost church rising
Death church rising

Hey Jesus can you help me with my pain
Mainline me some religion, keep me sane
Christ suffering upon my TV screen
Send in your money to the faith obscene

Death church rising
Hate church rising
Lost church rising
Death church rising

Strength, truth and honor. words I strive to live
Your faith's profane, it takes never gives
'Cause I'm gonna die standing upon my feet
You're gonna die grovelling on your knees

Death church rising
Hate church rising
Lost church rising
Death church rising

07   A Nation on Fire (05:33)

08   Blood for Blood (03:39)

09   I'm Your God Now (05:50)

10   Real Eyes, Realize, Real Lies (02:45)

11   Block (04:59)

Hate breeds hate my eyes they have seen
The decimation of all that is pure, pure
A system that feeds their machine with
The blood, sweat and money of the poor, poor
Corruption gets rich, honesty just exists
'Cause nobody cares anymore, anymore

Fuck it all
Fuck it all

White attack black, black attack back
The fuckin' media keeps us all blind, blind
Children on crack, junkies on smack
You wanna close your eyes to hide, hide
Pollution so dense, sickening existence
New world order, new world decline, decline

Fuck it all
Fuck it all

The more intense the sense of ignorance
The more intense then is the pain

Hate breeds hate my eyes they have seen
the decimation of all that is pure, pure
A system that feeds their machine with
The blood, sweat and money of the poor, poor
Believe in something if it stops your suffering
'Cause all we have is nothing

Nothing
Fuck it all.

12   Alan's on Fire (04:00)

13   Hard Times (live) (02:27)

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