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Non ho mai negato di essere stato per un periodo vittima di quelle false dicerie che vedevano nel leader dei Marilyn Manson (all'anagrafe Brian Warner) l'incarnazione del demonio. Nel corso di questi ultimi due anni mi sono "risvegliato" e ho capito quanto i giornalisti fossero disinformati sulla band in questione, per nulla al mondo satanista al contrario di quelle sopravvalutate (a mio avviso, non odiatemi per questo) nullità dei Mayhem o di quell'ipocrita di Glen Benton. E mandando a quel paese i pregiudizi ho avuto modo di scoprire l'abbondante qualità contenuta nelle sonorità dei primi quattro lavori in studio usciti tra il 1994 e il 2001, prima della morte, sempre musicalmente parlando.
Scoperti dal genio vivente Trent Reznor, dopo il fenomenale esordio "Portrait Of An American Family" e il capolavoro "Antichrist Superstar" (indubbiamente uno dei dischi più belli degli anni '90), nel 1998 esce la loro seconda opera d'arte, "Mechanical Animals", secondo capitolo di una trilogia "a rovescio" (nel precedente c'era come protagonista "The Worm", qui c'è l'extraterrestre "Omega", per poi arrivare ad Adam Kadmon più avanti). Le sonorità sono sempre particolarmente pesanti, ma meno industriali rispetto al precedente album, e maggiormente tendenti al glam rock mescolato all'elettronica, quasi un omaggio ad Alice Cooper e ai T-Rex dei tempi d'oro con un pizzico di David Bowie.
Non c'è un pezzo maggiormente degno di nota, si sente che c'è parecchia carne al fuoco, ed è proprio questo che permette al cd di essere tra le cose migliori di Manson. Dai singoloni di lancio ("Rock Is Dead", "The Dope Show", "I Don't Like The Drugs (But The Drugs Like Me)", a mio avviso la migliore delle tre), all'intensità di "The Speed Of Pain", forse uno dei pezzi più acustici di mr. Warner, con un inedito Billy Corgan ai cori (non accreditato nel booklet), dalla follia "dansereccia" di "Posthuman" o "New Model No. 15", fino a "Great Big White World", il suo omaggio a questo mondo in preda alla decadenza, per non parlare poi della titletrack, o di "Dissociative". Ma va menzionata soprattutto "Coma White", quarto singolo, lamento energico che spazza via tutto, il modo migliore di ultimare il viaggio spaziale di questo fantascientifico "Omega".
I musicisti fanno tutti la loro porca figura. Oltre allo stesso Warner, che dimostra di avere una voce abbastanza graffiante, c'è il chitarrista Zim Zum (che suona in quasi tutte le canzoni, prima di lasciare il posto a John 5), il tastierista un po' schizofrenico (dagli strani -in positivo- modi di suonare, non lo è realmente per fortuna!) Madonna Wayne Gacy, fino ad arrivare al bizzarro Ginger Fish, batterista provetto, e a quel bassista con i contro-attributi che risponde al nome di Twiggy Ramirez, forse quello che, assieme a Trent, ha maggiormente dato di più al suono della band.
Concludo consigliandovi di ascoltare questo cd, perché secondo me Marilyn Manson aveva ancora qualcosa da dire, e in grande. Per poi scrivere il suo canto del cigno con l'ottimo "Holy Wood", ed in seguito vendersi ad una certa "pagliacciaggine". Però ora mi chiedo: il recente ritorno al basso di Twiggy, con il prossimo lavoro in uscita verso fine anno, riuscirà a rompere il muro senza uscita dove era rimasto il leader negli ultimi anni?
Ce lo dirà solo il tempo.
p.s.: sì, è la seconda recensione su questo lavoro (ce n'è una terza, ma è un racconto comico che mi fa morire dal ridere), ma non ho resistito alla voglia di farne una...
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02 The Dope Show (03:47)
The drugs they say
To make us feel so hollow
We love in vain
Narcissistic and so shallow
The cops and queers
To swim you have to swallow
Hate today
There's no love for tomorrow
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
The drugs they say
Are made in California
We love your face
We'd really like to sell you
The cops and queers
Make good-looking models
I hate today
Who will I wake up with tomorrow?
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
They love you when you're on all the covers
When you're not, then they love another
There's lots of pretty, pretty ones
That want to get you high
But all the pretty, pretty ones
Will leave you low
And blow your mind
Go blow your mind
We're all stars now in the dope show
We're all stars now in the dope show
03 Mechanical Animals (04:33)
Neurophobic and perfect
The day that we lost our souls
Maybe we weren't so human but
If we cry we will rust
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic
And as hollow as the 'O' in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good to you or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
You were my mechanical bride
Phenobarbidoll
A manniqueen of depression
With the face of a dead star
And I was a hand grenade
That never stopped exploding
You were automatic
And as hollow as the 'O' in god
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
They'll never be good to you or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
They'll never be good to you or bad to you
They'll never be anything
Anything at all
I am never gonna be the one for you
I am never gonna save the world from you
This isn't me i'm not mechanical
I'm just a boy playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
Playing the Suicide King
04 Rock Is Dead (03:10)
All simple monkeys with alien babies
Amphetamines for boys
Crucifixes for ladies
Sampled and soulless
Worldwide and real webbed
You sell all the living
For more safer dead
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
God is in the TV
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
One thousand mothers are praying for it
We're so full of hope
And so full of shit
Build a new God
To medicate and to ape
Sell us Ersatz
Dressed up and real fake
Anything to belong
Anything to belong
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
God is in the TV
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la, la
Rock! La, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
Rock - Is deader than dead
Shock - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
Rock (Rock) - Is deader than dead
Shock (Shock) - Is all in your head
Your sex and your dope is all that we're fed
So fuck all your protests and
Put them to bed
05 Disassociative (04:51)
I can tell you what they say in space
That our earth is too grey
But when the spirit is so digital
The body acts this way
That world was killing me
That world was killing me
Disassociative
The nervous system's down
The nervous system's down I know (x2)
CHORUS
I can never get out of here
I don't want to just float in fear
A dead astronaut in space (x2)
Sometimes we walk like we were shot
Through our heads, my love
We write our song in space
Like we are already dead and gone
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
Your world was killing me
Your world was killing me
Disassociative
CHORUS
The nervous system's down (x4)
CHORUS
06 The Speed of Pain (05:30)
they slit our throats
like we were flowers
and our milk has been
devoured
when you want it
it goes away too fast
times you hate it
always seems to last
just remember when you think
you're free
the crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
i wish i could sleep
but i can't lay on my back
because there's a knife
for everyday that i've known you
when you want it
it goes away too fast
times you hate it
always seems to last
just remember when you think
you're free
the crack inside your fucking heart is me
(thought, not spoken):
i wanna outrace the speed of pain for another day
lie to me, cry to me, give to me
i would
lie with me, die with me, give to me
i would
keep all your secrets wrapped in dead hair
i hope at least we die holding hands
for always.
07 Posthuman (04:18)
She's got eyes like zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be
Perfect like Kennedy
This isn't God, this isn't God
God is just a statistic
God is just a statistic
say,
"show me the dead stars,
all of them sing."
This is a riot
Religious and clean
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
She's pilgrim and Pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
She's a saint like Jackie-o
This isn't God, this isn't God
God is just a statistic
God is just a statistic
say,
"show me the dead stars,
all of them sing."
This is a riot
Religious and clean
COMA WHITE:
"all that glitters is cold, all that glitters is cold"
08 I Want to Disappear (02:57)
Look at me now
Got no religion
Look at me now
I'm so vacant
Look at me now
I was a virgin
Look at me now
Grow up to be a whore
And I want it
I believe it
I'm a million different things
And not one you know
Hey and our mommies are lost now
Hey ,daddy's someone else
And we love the abuse
Because it makes us feel like we are needed now
But I know
I wanna disappear
I wanna die young
And sell my soul
Use up all your drugs
And make me come
A yesterday man
I was a nihilist and
now today I'm
just too fucking bored
By the time I'm old enough
I won't know anything at all
Hey and our mommies ...
11 User Friendly (04:17)
Use me when you want to come
I've bled just to have your touch
When im in you i want to die
x 2
User friendly Fucking dopestar obscene
Will you die when your high
You'd never die just for me
She says,
"I'm not in love , but im gunna fuck you
Till some body better comes along."
Use me like i was a whore
relationships are such a bore
delete the ones that you've fucked
x 2
User friendly Fucking dopestar obscene
Will you die when your high
You'd never die just for me
She says,
"I'm not in love , but im gunna fuck you
Till some body better comes along."
12 Fundamentally Loathsome (04:50)
I want to wake up in your
white, white sun
I want to wake up in your world
with no pain
But I'll just suffer in a hope to die someday
While you are numb all of the way
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real, no
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real
I am resigned to this wicked fucking world
On its way to hell
The living are dead and
I hope to join them too
I know what to do and I do it well...
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real, no
When I hate it I know I can feel but
when you love it you know it's not real
[solo]
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh yeah
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Yeah, oh yeah
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Oh yeah
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Shoot myself to love you
If I loved myself I'd be shooting you
Shoot myself to love you [repeat 'til fadeout]
14 Coma White (05:40)
There's something cold and blank
Behind her smile
She's standing on an overpass
In her miracle mile
Cause you were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today, today, today
To run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
Her mouth was an empty cut
She was waiting to fall
Just bleeding like a poloroid
That lost all her dolls
Cause you were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today, today, today
To run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
You were from a perfect world
A world that threw me away today, today, today
To run away
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
A pill to make you numb
A pill to make you dumb
A pill to make you anybody else
But all the drugs in this world
Won't save her from herself
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Altre recensioni
Di natopostumo
Il terzo (quarto se si include l'ep "Smells Like Children") è senza dubbio un lavoro che spiazza, sia i fan che i detrattori di Mr.Manson.
"Mechanical Animals" non sarà un capolavoro o una pietra miliare del rock, ma è un lavoro che merita rispetto.
Di Tepes
"Un vero divo satanico che ti fa pagare 666 euro un biglietto e ti piscia in salotto."
"IO mi drogo e faccio quello che voglio, se voglio ingropparmi un pony io lo faccio... e se un pony vuole ingroppare me io lo lascio fare."
Di Andy999
“This isn’t me I’m not mechanical” ripete incessantemente Omega prima di essere trascinato in un forsennato ballo nichilistico.
Mechanical Animals è la perfetta metafora fantascientifica della Cristianità: il messia che giunge per salvare, ma che finisce per essere una vittima.
