Ecco che Marilyn, Brian, Manson sfoggia questo suo ultimo guizzo "vitale", dalle scarse qualità musicali ma che (almeno per quanto ho provato io) riesce ad esprimere un pessimismo e un abbandono all'inerzia che non avevo percepito nemmeno in "Antichrist Superstar" (che resta da sempre il capolavoro della band) e protrae per tutta la sua durata un'atmosfera che suona come un addio.
Quest'addio artistico lo capisco anche leggendo i testi: "Tutto è già stato detto/Non c'è più niente da dire/Quando è tutto uguale/Un nome vale l'altro" (The New Shit) e "Conoscono il mio nome/Ballo il walzer dei perdenti /Sposato al dolore"(mOBSCENE) e "Saremo i vermi nella tua torta di mele/Fingeremo di aver subito abusi per le nostre biografie"(THE BRIGHT YOUNG THINGS) e ancora "Ribellione perpetua senza nessuna causa". Quindi in qualche modo si esprime questo senso di fallimento che Manson provava durante la pubblicazione, e credo che non farà mai più un cd qualitativamente abbastanza pregevole come questo... la riprova è la scarsità di contenuti che dimostra "Eat Me Drink Me", cioè il disco successivo.
L'album è un'accozzaglia di sonorità elettroniche molto simili a quelle che potrebbero usare i Rammstein, e l'industrial alla Nine Inch Nails che era da sempre stato usato per costruire il suo stile è quasi scomparso, come le schitarrate orecchiabili e furiose di John 5, e i giri di basso di Twiggy Ramirez... insomma la band è stata decimata in modo così drastico che Marilyn ha dovuto chidere il supporto di Tim Skold, che non è poi un gran strumentista e che coraggiosamente, nonostante le sue scarse doti, cerca di tenere su la baracca... con risultati non eccelsi.
Marilyn usa sempre la voce con maestria, sa ancora urlare, certo... ma manca la scintilla che c'era un tempo; nemmeno i concerti sono più gli stessi: le prime file non sono più investite di piscio, l'acqua contro i paparazzi è sempre meno, i fuckin non sono più urlati come ai tempi di "Irresponsable Hate Anthem" e non mima più atti sessuali con le ragazzine del pubblico come faceva una volta. Insomma si è esaurito.
Succede a tutti i rocker.
Elenco tracce testi e video
02 This Is the New Shit (04:19)
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex and don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah, got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex and don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah, got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
Tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it? - No
Do we want it? - Yeah
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex and don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah, got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing along
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
Tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it? - No
Do we want it? - Yeah
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
And now its 'you know who'
I got the 'you know what'
I stick it 'you know where'
You know why, you don't care
And now its 'you know who'
I got the 'you know what'
I stick it 'you know where'
You know why, you don't care
And now its 'you know who'
I got the 'you know what'
I stick it 'you know where'
You know why, you don't care
And now its 'you know who'
I got the 'you know what'
I stick it 'you know where'
You know why, you don't care
Babble, babble, bitch, bitch
Rebel, rebel, party, party
Sex, sex, sex and don't forget the violence
Blah, blah, blah, got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely
Stick your stupid slogan in
Everybody sing
Are you motherfuckers ready
For the new shit?
Stand up and admit
Tomorrow's never coming
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
Do we get it? - No
Do we want it? - Yeah
This is the new shit
Stand up and admit
So let us entertain you
So let us entertain you
So let us entertain you
So let us entertain you
So let us entertain you
Blah, blah, blah, blah everybody sing along
03 mOBSCENE (03:25)
Ladies and Gentlemen
We are the things of shapes to come
Your freedom's not free and dumb
This depression is great
The deformation age, they know my name
Waltzing to scum and base and
Married to the pain
Bang, we want it
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mOBSCENE
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene, obscene yeah
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, not heard
The day that love opened our eyes
We watched the world end
We have 'high' places but we have no friends
They told us sin's not good but we know it's great
War-time, full-frontal drugs, sex-tank armour plate
Bang, we want it
Bang, we want it
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
You came to see the mOBSCENE
I know it isn't your scene
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene, obscene yeah
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard
You came to see the mOBSCENE
I know it isn't your scence
It's better than a sex scene
And it's so fucking obscene, obscene yeah
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down
You want commitment?
Put on your best suit, get your arms around me
Now we're going down, down, down
Ladies and gentlemen, be obscene, be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard
Be obscene, be be obscene
Be obscene, baby, and not heard
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
04 Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag (04:10)
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
All the goose-step girlies
Their cursive faces
We know it's all Braille beneath the skirt
I'm a bulletproof bizzop and
Swing heil and
I don't really care what gentelmen prefer
Say, all you pin-down girls and
Bonafide ballers, so manically depressed
And manically dressed
We got our venus not in furs
But in uniforms
If You're not dancing, then you're dead
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels are saying
The toys are us, and we don't even know
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels are saying
The toys are us, and we don't even know
Go, go, go - Doppelgangers
(You're one of us, you're one of us)
Go, go, go - Throw your shapes doppelgangers
You're one of us
Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go
Silver-tongue marching down the
Stairway to subtance
Cocaingels and asses
Give me opiate masses
Fill up your church porn preachers
And we'll fill up our glasses
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels are saying
The toys are us, and we don't even know
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels are saying
The toys are us, and we don't even know
Go, go, go - Doppelgangers
(You're one of us, you're one of us)
Go, go, go - Throw your shapes doppelgangers
You're one of us
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
All the thug rock kids, go
All the punk god angels, go
You're one of us now, you're one of us
so go, go, go
All the thug rock kids, go
All the punk god angels, go
You're one of us now, you're one of us
so go, go, go
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
Godmod grotesk burlesque drag
You're one of us
05 Use Your Fist and Not Your Mouth (03:34)
Come on, come on!
Come on, come on!
I am overground, Out-selling IT
Since God thinks I don't exist
The beatings happen per minute
This is not blue-collar-white-corrective politics
I'm on an HATE AMERICAN STYLE kick
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
I'm on a campaign for pain
And when I get elected
I'll wipe the white of your house
The smile off your face
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to even be myself
I said, no, this isn't your song
We can't all get along
It's too hard to hold hands when your hand's a fist
My hate pop won't ever stop
I'm fucking glad we're different
This is my HATE AMERICAN STYLE
hit.
Don't bring,
Don't sing it,
Use your fist and not your mouth
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(come on, come on! Come on, come on!)
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want even be myself
06 The Golden Age of Grotesque (04:05)
All our monkeys have monkeys
We drive our deathcrush diamond Jaguar limousines*
We're not fantastic motherfuckers, but we play them on TV
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
The devils are girls with Van Gogh's missing ear
You say what you want but filth is all that they hear
I've got the jigger to make all you bigger
Ladies und gentlemen...
So drop your piss room bait*, and make sure you're not late
You tramps and lunatics
It's a trick that's gonna make you click
We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
It's a dirty word Reich, say what you like
So my bon mots, hit-boy tommy trons, rowdy rowdies, honey-fingered goodbye dolls
Hellzapoppin, open your third nostril
Put on your black face, and your god is gone
We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We're the low art Gloominati, and we aim to depress
The scabaret sacrilegends
This is the Golden Age of Grotesque
We sing la la, la la, la la lah
We sing la la, la la, lah
La la, la la, la la, lah
We sing la la, la la, la la lah
08 Ka-Boom Ka-Boom (04:02)
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
We're a death marching band, peter pan off the wagon
Entertain but never trust anyone sober
We're tasteless but taste good, my (s)top hat's top hat(ed)
Unsafe cheerleaders porn poms and pipe bombs
I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth
I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
Don't say no, just say now
I like a big car cause I'm a big star
I'll make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you
I'm the leader of the club, and I've shrugged off my mouse ears
We fly no-class Dumbo jets, and drive hardcore-vettes
We fight war with drugs, and our sex always formal
We wear lawsuits when we get high, high, high
I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth
I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
Don't say no, just say now
I like a big car cause I'm a big star
I'll make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you
Inhale exhale, lets all hail
It's a depraved new world
Inhale exhale, lets all hail
It's a depraved new world
I like a big car cause I'm a big star
I'll make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours
I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar
Call it fake, I call it as good as it gets
Nothing in this world is real
Except you are for me, and I am so yours
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
09 Slutgarden (04:06)
I'll pretend that I want you for what is on the inside
But when I get inside I'll just want to get out
I'm your first and last deposit through sickness and in hell
I'll never you promise you a garden, you'll just water me down
I can't believe that you are for real
I don't care as long as you're mine
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
I'm unsafe
I'm unsafe
I won't regret
So I memorize the words to the porno movies
It's the only thing I want to believe
I memorize the words to the porno movies
This is a new religion to me
I'm a VCR funeral, a definite waste
My smile's a chainlink fence, that I have put up
I love the enemy, my love is the enemy
They say they don't want fame
But they get famous when we fuck
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
I'm unsafe
I'm unsafe
I won't regret
So I memorize the words to the porno movies
It's the only thing I want to believe
I memorize the words to the porno movies
This is a new religion to me
I never believed the devil was real
But God couldn't make someone filthy as you
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
When I said "we" you know I meant "me"
And when I said "sweet" I meant "dirty"
You are the church, and I am the steeple
When we fuck, we are all God's people
You are the church, and I am the steeple
When we fuck, we are all God's people
11 Para-noir (06:01)
I fuck you because you are famous
I fuck you for your money
I fuck you to control you
I fuck you so someday I can have half of everything you own
I fuck you to fuck you over
I fuck you until I can find someone better
I fuck you fuck you in secret
I fuck you because I can't remember if I already fucked you before
I fuck you out of boredom
I fuck you because I can't feel it anyways
I fuck you to make the pain go away
Fuck you because I loved you
Fuck you for loving you, too
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do
Fuck you because I loved you
Fuck you for loving you too
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
I fuck you so I could feel something, instead of nothing at all
I fuck you because you are beautiful
I fuck you because you are my nigger
I fuck you because I am your whore
I fuck you because you are a whore
I fuck you for fun
I fuck you for fun
I fuck you because I can't
I fuck you so I have a place to stay
I fuck you so you will protect me
Fuck you because I loved you
Fuck you for loving you, too
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do
Fuck you because I loved you
Fuck you for loving you, too
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
I don't need a reason to hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
Hate you the way I do
12 The Bright Young Things (04:19)
We'll be the worms in your apple pie
Fake abuse for our bios blacken our own eyes.
Grass isn't greener on the other side
We'll set it on fire, and we have no reason why
Set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol not swallow
Set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol not swallow
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad
We know who we are and what we wanna say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
Got my villain necktie, and Ia mouth of hi-fi
So sharp, I'm bleedin' from my Judas hole
Arch Dandy, no goodnickand I'm headed for crashville
I'm most monster with the groan box in the meat show
Set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol not swallow
Set fashion, not follow
Spit vitriol not swallow
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad
We know who we are and what we wanna say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
Crashing the ether, we got the loudest stereotype
Even neophytes deep set your pro-life*
We don't need to move a single prayer bone
We're so beautiful and damned
Simply as a still life
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
Perpetual rebellion with absolutely no cause
stop the song and remember what you used to be?
Somebody that could fucking impress me
We know who we are and what we wanna say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
We know who we are and what we wanna say
And we don't care who's listening
We don't rebel to sell, it just suits us well
We're the bright young things
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad
Good for nothing but being everything that's bad
13 Better of Two Evils (03:48)
Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey.
But I'm something you can never be. Hey!
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Hold a prayer for smile; for the picture.
Motherfuckers never liked me then, And they sure won't like me now.
You try to drag drag me down in your cliche.
You fake your picture, fake your face, so I find all my pleasure in your misery, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll step on you on my way up.
I'll step on you on my way down.
I'll step on you on my way up.
I'll step on you on my way down.
Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey.
But I am something that you'll never be. Hey. Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey.
But I am something that you'll never be. Hey.
'll be your scapegoat, I'll be your savior.
I'm the better of two evils. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the better of two evils.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the better of two evils. I want to hang all you cattle with your velvet rope.
Motherfuckers stand up and get into an orderly line.
I'll show you how to make a muscle; takes the strength to grin t
han it does to spit on all you paparazzi nazis, yeah.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll step on you on my way up.
I'll fucking step on you on my way down. Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey.
But I am something that you'll never be. Hey. Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey.
But I am something that you'll never be. Hey. I'll be your scapegoat, I'll be your savior.
I'm the better of two evils. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the better of two evils. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
I'm the better of two evils. Don't try to lead me to temptation.
Don't try to lead me to temptation. Don't try to lead me to temptation.
Don't try to lead me to temptation. I made a living and I already know the way.
Hey! Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey.
But I am something that you'll never be. Hey.
Haters call me bitch, call me faggot, call me whitey.
But I am something that you'll never be. Hey. I'll be your scapegoat, I'll be your savior.
I'm the better of two evils. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the better of two evils.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm the better of two evils.
14 Vodevil (04:39)
I wake up everyday, the wrong side of the bed
I won't lay down on the floor like I'm the whore in your head
Call me a failure, pretender, sex offender, infector
Say I killed all my friends, and I deserve to be dead
Kiss, baby, kiss
Bang, baby bang
Suck, baby, suck
It's Vodevil
Kiss, baby, kiss
Bang, baby bang
Suck, baby, suck
It's Vodevil
This isn't music, and we're not a band
We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand
This isn't music, and we're not a band
We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand
I won't pull out, I just came
I want all of the blame
Your love is too faithless
No concept of pain, no right to complain
All you fagazine senile teens draw me blackball me
DJ yourself away
Turn your back, it will be easier to stab
Kiss, baby, kiss
Bang, baby bang
Suck, baby, suck
It's Vodevil
Kiss, baby, kiss
Bang, baby bang
Suck, baby, suck
It's Vodevil
This isn't music, and we're not a band
We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand
This isn't music, and we're not a band
We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand
VIP ADD TRD violent shiny hate crime
Total requested dead
It's version pointless for this downloadable suicide
The only ones left standing are the ones not demanding
This isn't a show, this is my fucking life
I'm not ashamed, you're entertained
But I'm not a puppet
I am a grenade
I'm not ashamed, you're entertained
But I'm not a puppet
I am a grenade
Kiss, baby, kiss
Bang, baby bang
Suck, baby, suck
It's Vodevil
Kiss, baby, kiss
Bang, baby bang
Suck, baby, suck
It's Vodevil
This isn't music, and we're not a band
We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand
This isn't music, and we're not a band
We're five middle fingers on a motherfucking hand
16 Tainted Love (03:20)
Sometimes I feel I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
From the pain you drive into the heart of me
The love we share
Seems to go nowhere
And I've lost my light
For I toss and turn I can't sleep at night
Once I ran to you
(I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love... oh
Tainted love
Now I know I've got to
Run away I've got to
Get away
You don't really want any more from me
To make things right
Need someone to hold you tight
And you'll think love is to pray
But I'm sorry I don't pray that way
Once I ran to you
(I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love... oh
Tainted love
Don't touch me please
I cannot stand the way you tease
I love you though you hurt me so
Now I'm going to pack my things and go
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Touch me baby, tainted love
Once I ran to you
(I ran)
Now I'll run from you
This tainted love you've given
I give you all a boy could give you
Take my tears and that's not nearly all
Tainted love... oh
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
Tainted love
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Di giov
Il reverendo è tornato. Ma non fa più paura a nessuno.
A metà disco le orecchie chiedono asilo politico al cervello.
Di Kobe-Bryant
Più d’ogni altra cosa mi piace passare lo straccio della polvere sul dorso dei libri nello scaffale...
E nessuna sa chi è stato. Ma più d’ogni altra cosa mi piace scureggiare sopra i dischi di Marilyn Manson per fargli capire che uomo di merda che è...
Di Andy999
Il nuovo look di Manson crea un dualismo fra il male e il bene, la malvagità e l'innocenza.
L'album si rivela il più esplosivo nella discografia di Manson, riuscendo a tenere alta l'adrenalina fino all'ultima canzone.
