Primavera del 1996 - Un cartello annuncia : "MANIC STREET PREACHERS - EVERYTHING MUST GO" ("tutto deve andare" ndr).
Sotto tre foto appoggiate su una mensola, nelle foto il mezzo busto di: Sean Moore, James Dean Bradfield e Nicky Wire. Come sfondo un viola sbiadito, spento . 1° Febbraio 1995 - Richey James esce dall'hotel londinese dove alloggiava e scompare. Il suo corpo non è mai stato trovato ma la sua auto sì in un certo posto famoso per i suicidi, su un ponte altissimo per intenderci.
Richey era il chitarrista dei MSP e probabilmente su quella mensola avrebbe dovuto esserci anche la sua foto, ma probabilmente senza la scomparsa di questo "Everything must go", non sarebbe mai nato. Ma comunque tutto deve andare, con Richey o senza. I Manics hanno raccolto gli ultimi testi del chitarrista scomparso ci hanno messo roba loro poi hanno dato alle canzoni quella "loro" solita impronta aggiungendo però violini, arpe, viole e archi vari, avvicinandosì così leggermente alla matrice brit e allontanandosì dall'hard rock degli inizi. L'album fa storcere comunque il naso ai fan ma rappresenta secondo me l'inizio della maturità della band.
Non ne esce un capolavoro ma un ottimo album accettabile per com'è anche se contiene canzoni che potevano essere evitate. "Elvis impersonator: Blackpool pier" inizia acustica per poi darti un pugno nello stomaco anche se alleggerito dall'uso dell'arpa. "A design for life" è un esempio di come i manics abbiano virato verso un britrock più ascoltabile è limpido. Con "Small black flowers that grow in the sky" si evidenzia l'ottimo testo di James e l'ottima musica scritta dai rimanenti Manics , una musica acustica con la sola chitarra accompagnata da un arpa suonata divinamente. "Removables" ha un ottimo riff di chitarra classica all'inizio ma la canzone in se si perde poi dopo pochi secondi. Il ritornello di "Further Away" vi rimane parecchio in testa e dobbiamo aspettare solo la fine per avere la conferma del capolavoro dell'album "No surface all feeling". Decretata a mio parere la più bella dell'album. La chitarra distorta del ritornello diventa dolce quando Bradfield inizia a cantare le strofe. Bellissime strofe, bellissime parole (stavolta scritte da Nicky Wire) e nel ritornello ti perdi in una miscela di note che la chitarra emana. Ci sono poi altre due canzoni degne di nota come "Kevin Carter" e "Enola/Alone" e tra quelle che potevano essere evitate ci sono "Interiors" e la "title track" probabilmente .
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Elvis Impersonator: Blackpool Pier (03:29)
20Ft. high on Blackpool promenade
Fake royalty second hand sequin facade
Limited face paint and dyed black quiff
Overweight and out of date x2
Oh Well
American triolgy in lancashire pottery x2
Is so fucking funny. Don't you know x2
All American triolgy in used up cars and bottled beer
All American triolgy the futures dead, fundamentally
It's so fucking funny, it's absurd x2
20Ft high on Blackpool promenade
02 A Design for Life (04:16)
Libraries gave us power
Then work came and made us free
What price now for a shallow piece of dignity
I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my dirty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came
We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
I wish I had a bottle
Right here in my pretty face to wear the scars
To show from where I came
We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
We don't talk about love we only want to get drunk
And we are not allowed to spend
As we are told that this is the end
A design for life
A design for life
A design for life
A design for...
03 Kevin Carter (03:24)
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Tribal scars in Technicolor
Bang bang club AK 47 hour
Kevin Carter
Hi Time magazine hi Pulitzer Prize
Vulture stalked white piped lie forever
Wasted your life in black and white
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
The elephant is so ugly he sleeps his head
Machetes his bed Kevin Carter kaffir lover forever
Click click click click click
Click himself under
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
Kevin Carter
05 Everything Must Go (03:41)
Shed some skin for the fear within
Is starting to hurt me with everything
Freed from the memory
Escape from our history, history
And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go
I look to the future it makes me cry
But it seems too real to tell you why
Freed from the century
With nothing but memory, memory
And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go
Freed us eventually just need to be happy, happy
And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation
Then everything must go
And I just hope that you can forgive us
But everything must go
And if you need an explanation, -nation
Then everything must go
06 Small Black Flowers That Grow in the Sky (03:02)
You have your very own number
They dress your cage in it's nature
Once you roared now you just grunt lame
Pace around pathetic pound games
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
They drag sticks along your walls
Harvest your ovaries dead mother crawl
Here comes warden, christ, temple, elders
Environment not yours you see trough it all
Wanna get out won't miss you sensaround
To carry your own dead to swing your tyre tricks
Wanna get out in here you're bred dead quick
For the outside
The small black flowers that grow in the sky
Here chewing your tail is joy
08 Removables (03:31)
Conscience binds you in chains
Trail by stone hammer and nails
No- one made the holes but me
Misery mourns to be devoured
Killed God blood soiled unclean again
Killed God soiled skin dead again
Again everywhere again
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
Never grown preserved gently
A bronze moth dies easily
Unknown to others weak to me
Broken hands never ending
Aimless rut of my own perception
Numbly waiting for voices to tell me
For voices to tell me
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
All removables, all transitory
All removables, passing always
09 Australia (04:04)
I don't know if I'm tired and I don't know if I'm ill
My cheeks are turning yellow
I think I'll take another pill
Praying for the wave to come now
It must be for the fifteenth time
I've been here for much too long
This is the past that's mine
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
In Australia
Praying for the wave to come now
It must be for the very last time
It's twelve o'clock till midnight
There must be someone to blame
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
In Australia
Australia, in Australia
I want to fly and run till it hurts
Sleep for a while and speak no words in Australia
In Australia
In Australia
In Australia
11 Further Away (03:38)
The further away i get from you
The harder it gets for everyone else for everyone else
The happier i am when i'm with you
The harder it gets when i am alone, when i am alone
The harder i try to learn something from you
Further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
The stiller the oxygen the harderyou breathe
The draining away just like an old mans dream
Just like an old mans dream
The simpler the answer the harder it can get
The circular landscape comes back only with regret
Only with regret
The more estranged i feel from my youth further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
Further away feel it fade into your childhood further away
Further away feel dazed and misunderstood
Further away
12 No Surface All Feeling (04:14)
Embarrassed possessed and so uncivilised
Just take a look at the whites of my eyes
See me now and I will apologise
For me for you we knew they were lies
It makes me angry ashamed but really alive
It may have worked but at what price
What's the point in always looking back
When all you see is more and more junk
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
Maybe richer maybe wiser
Seems so easy to not go too far
Beg me to stop hate my face I know
Tell me forever just to go
Just one thing before I get to sleep
Nothing here but the stains on my teeth
No not blood just liquid from you
I only wish it was the truth
Feel the guilt of a sinner
Feel the cold of a winter
It was no surface but all feeling
Maybe at the time it felt like dreaming
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