Per i Metallica è un periodo d'oro (per loro), dopo aver sconvolto la scena metallara con il loro cambiamento artistico, i quattro sembrano non tornare più indietro, ora si produce alla MTV. Ed è triste pensare che dei geni come i MetallicA siano finiti in questo modo, tra l'altro senza l'ombra di pentimento...
Questo album si intitola "RELOAD". La mancanza di originalità del titolo e della copertina non premette niente di buono, ancor di più se si viene a sapere che i brani ficcati in questo disco sono gli scarti del precendente "LOAD". In effetti, tagliando la testa al toro, nel complesso il cd si presenta solo come una brutta copia del predecessore. Se con "LOAD" c'era da stupirsi per il rock-Blues delle canzoni, qui addirittura si arriva ai livelli assurdi del pop-rock più commerciale e bastardo di sempre. Anche sui temi temi trattati c'è da mettersi le mani sui capelli: un miscuglio tra belle macchine, belle fighe californiane e qualche pizzico di vanità. Ridicolo e banale.
"Fuel", è il brano punta del disco, lo dico nel senso economico naturalmente. Uno di quei tanti brani che hanno il suo tempo: la durata di un'estate. Musicalmente il pezzo suona orecchiabile, Hetfield sembra voler reppare nelle parole, un gesto che in un nome come MetallicA nemmeno il più ignorante dei ragazzini housettari si aspetterebbe. Hammet propone un'assolo infamante, visto le sue capacità di chiatarrista, questo fa propio ridere. "The Memory remains" insieme a "Devil's dance" sono altri due brani molto orecchiabili, e propio come "Fuel" stancano, non hanno un fascino, non hanno fama per essere messe al fianco di brani come "Fade to Black" o "Welcome Home", oltre alla repititità della musica. "The Unforgiven II" è il miglior brano del disco, anche se risulta inferiore all'altra del Black Album, esteticamente è una canzone che cattura facilmente l'ascolto, anche per più volte.
Dopo le prime quattro canzoni, ci si inoltrerà in un susseguirsi di brani inutili, brutti compositivamente, di quelli che non dicono niente, brani che si fanno passare velocemente per rimanere svegli. Non c'è traccia di metal nel disco se non gli amplificatori, il thrash sparito completamente; la tecnica del gruppo è sprecata, l'impegno è pari a zero; la voce di Hetfield è patetica, una voce a sfondo sessuale, da classico playboy californiano, accompagnata da delle improvisazioni da spiaggia, e, un 'esempio di questo è la traccia n°7 "Carpe diem baby": un titolo così farebbe cadere la totale media del disco, per non parlare della canzone, ma purtroppo c'è di peggio. "Slither" e "Better than you" cercano di ripercorrere le sonorità heavy di un tempo, un tentativo che si disperde in una nullità di suoni tipicamente pop. Meno male che brani tipo "Prince Charming" e "Attitude" riescano a farci venire a galla per riprendere il respiro, queste tre canzoni infatti, sono in pieno stile "LOAD", orecchiabili ma non di più.
Teniamo conto però che sono stato abbastanza buono, c'è da fare una bella predica al gruppo, specialmente a Lar$ che si sforza a fare quei due-tre tempi ripetitivi, nulla accheffare con quelli di "And Justice for all". Tornando al disco troviamo due inutillissimi pezzi come "Bad seed"(la più breve dell'album) e "Where the wild things are", giustamente dimenticate e buttate nella pattumiera della carriera degl'ex The four Hoursmen. "Low man's lyrics" è un'altro brano stile "LOAD", buono l'arpeggio e la voce melodica di Hetfield, in sinstesi un'altro degli episodi decenti di "RELOAD". Infine troviamo "Fixxxer", lunga ben 8 minuti, sì. . ma 8 minuti di noia e ti tempi ripetitivi, si salva un pò la melodia che richiama le atmosfere del precedente disco, non aggiungo altro. Come avete notato non sono stato coerente alla tracklist, un modo per riassumere e per far scivolare la recensione in modo semplice.
"RELOAD" è uno degl'album più brutti composti dai Metallica, le canzoni a parte 2-3 sono dei veri e propri "scarti", tracce noiosissime e banali, non attinenti a dei miti come loro. Se ho dato 2 è perchè sono i miei idoli, una sorta di pietà per loro
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Fuel (04:29)
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh
Yeah
Turn on, I see red
Adrenaline crash and crack my head
Nitro junkie, paint me dead
And I see red
A hundred plus through black and white
War horse
War head
Fuck 'em, man
White knuckle tight
Through black and white
Oh
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean
Oh
And then I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Yeah
Turn on beyond the bone
Swallow future, spit out hope
Burn your face upon the chrome
Yeah, oh yeah
Take the corner, going to crash
Headlights
Headlines
Another junkie, lives too fast
Yeah
Lives way too fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
Oh
Oh
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean
Oh
And then I burn
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
So gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh yeah
White knuckle tight
Oh
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
My desire
Oh
On I burn
Fuel is pumping engines
Burning hard
Loose and clean
Oh
And on and on
Turning my direction
Quench my thirst with gasoline
Gimme fuel
Gimme fire
Gimme that which I desire
Oh
On I burn
02 The Memory Remains (04:39)
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
But the memory remains
Heavy rings on fingers wave
Another star denies the grave
See the nowhere crowd cry the nowhere tears of honor
Like twisted vines that grow
That hide and swallow mansions whole
And dim the light of an already faded prima donna
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
But the memory remains
Heavy rings hold cigarettes
Up to lips that time forgets
While the Hollywood sun sets behind your back
And can't the band play on?
Just listen, they play my song
Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Dance little tin goddess
(na-na-na-na....)
Drift away, fade away, little tin goddess
Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
Fortune, fame; mirror vain; gone insane;
But the memory remains
Ash to ash, dust to dust, fade to black
But the memory remains
Yeah
Faded prima donna, yeah, yeah
Dance little tin goddess, dance
(na-na-na-na...)
03 Devil's Dance (05:18)
Yeah
I feel you too
Feel
Those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns
To free the you
That's running through
Deep inside you know
Seeds I plant will grow
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take the chance
That's right
Let's dance
Snake
I am the snake
Tempting
That bite to take
Let me make your mind
Leave yourself behind
Be not afraid
I've got what you need
Hunger I will feed
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take the chance
Haha
Come dance
Yeah, come dancing
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take the chance
Yeah
I feel you too
Feel
Those things you do
In your eyes I see a fire that burns
To free the you
That's running through
Deep inside you know
Seeds I plant will grow
One day you will see
And dare to come down to me
Yeah, come on, come on now take the chance
That's right
Let's dance
Mm, it's nice to see you here
Haha
05 Better Than You (05:22)
I look at you, then you me
Hungry and thirsty I wait
Holding the lion's share
Holding the key
Holding me back 'cause I'm striving to be
Better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Lock horns I push, and I strive
Somehow I feel more alive
Bury the need for it
Bury the seed
Bury me deep when there's no will to be
Better than you (better than you)
Oh Better than you (better than you)
Oh, can't stop this train from rolling
Oh, yo, nothing brings me down
No, can't stop this train from rolling on and on, on
No, no, forever on and on
Oh, can't stop this train from rolling
Oh, yo, you can't take it down
No, never stop this locomotion on and on and on
No, no, you can't bring me down 'cause I'm
Better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Oh better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Much better than you
Better than you (better than you)
Oh better than you (better than you)
Better than you (better than you)
Better than
Better than
Better than
Better than you
Yeah
Can't stop this train from rolling
Forever on and on and on and on and on
Forever on and on and on
Better than you
Yeah
Haha
Better than you
06 Slither (05:13)
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Oh
Watch the puppets dancing
Yeah
See the clowns fall down
Hey
Tie your tap shoes tightly
Yeah
Wear them into town
See you crawling
See you crawling
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
There ain't no heroes here
No
No, no more
Hey, hey, hey
Oh
Play the game so nicely
Oh
Check, it's your move now
Yeah
We're standing in this jungle
Yeah
With some things I have found
See you crawling
See you crawling
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
See you crawling
See you crawling
So don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
Haven't I seen you here before?
No, there ain't no heroes here
No, no
Haven't I seen you here before?
No, there ain't no heroes here
Don't go looking for snakes
You might find them
Yeah, haven't I seen you here before?
Have your heroes disappeared?
Don't send your eyes to the sun
You might blind them
07 Carpe Diem Baby (06:12)
Hit dirt
Shake tree
Split sky
Part sea
Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule
Live win
Dare fail
Eat the dirt
And bite the nail
Then make me miss you
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem baby
Draw lead
Piss wine
Sink teeth
All mine
Stoke fire
Break neck
Suffer through this
Cheat on death
Under curve
Noose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign
Then make me miss you
Oh yeah
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come carpe diem baby
Yeah, suck it
Live win
Dare fail
Eat dirt
Bite the nail
Strip smile
Lose cool
Bleed the day
And break the rule
Under curve
Noose the time
Tear the map
And shoot the sign
Then make me miss you
Come on, come on
Then make me miss you
So wash your face away with dirt
It don't feel good until it hurts
So take this world and shake it
Come squeeze and suck the day
Come make me miss you
Come carpe diem baby
Come carpe diem baby
08 Bad Seed (04:05)
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Oh
Bad
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Come clean
Fix up
Tell all
Spill guts
Off the veil
Stand revealed
Show the card
Bring it on
Break the seal
Ladies and gentlemen
Step right up and see the man who taught the truth
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the bad seed
On the bad seed
Ah, choking
Yeah
Let it on
Load up
Confess
Care so
At the mercy
Cat is out
Drop through the sky
Spit it up
Spit it out
And now what you've all been waiting for
I give you he who suffers the truth
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
Yeah, you bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the bad seed
Choking on the bad seed
Yeah
Off the veil
Stand revealed
Bring it on
Break the seal
At the mercy
Cat is out
Spit it up
Spit it out
Spit it up
Spit it out
Spit it out now
At the mercy
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
You bit more than you need
Choking on the seed
Swing the noose again
Pierce the apple skin
Yeah, you bit more than you need
Now you're choking on the
Choking, choking, choking on the bad seed
Yeah
Off the veil
Stand revealed
Bring it on
Break the seal
At the mercy
Cat is out
Spit it up
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out
Spit it out now
Yeah
Choking on the bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad seed
12 Attitude (05:16)
Suppose I say
I'm never satisfied
Suppose I say
he cuts the roots
To make the tree survive
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once
I'm oh so bored to death
Oh, I hunger
I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever
What ever happened to sweat?
Suppose I say
The vultures smile at me
Suppose I say
I sent them down
They plan to pick you clean
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone
Gone, yeah, and gone again
Oh, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever
What ever happened to sweat?
Just let me kill you for a while
Just let me kill you for a smile
Just let me kill you once for me
I'm oh so bored to death
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction this way comes
And satisfaction's here and gone
Gone, gone again
Yeah, I hunger
Oh, I hunger
I eat
Born into attitude
Asleep at the wheel
Throw all your bullets in the fire
And stand there
Born into attitude
Twist mother tongue
Throwing all your bullets in the fire
And run like hell
Why cure the fever
What ever happened to sweat?
13 Fixxxer (08:14)
Yeah
Dolls of voodoo all stuck with pins
One for each of us and our sins
So you lay us in a line
Push your pins, they make us humble
Only you can tell in time
If we fall or merely stumble
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Yeah
Mirror, mirror upon thy wall
Break the spell or become the doll
See you sharpening the pins
So the holes will remind us
We're just the toys in the hands of another
And in time the needles turn from shine to rust
But tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Jab it
Blood for face
Sweat for dirt
Three X's for the stone
To break this curse
A ritual's due
I believe I'm not alone
Shell of shotgun
Pint of gin
Numb us up to shield the pins
Renew our faith
Which way we can
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love with life again
To fall in love
To fall in love
To fall in love with life again
So tell me
Can you heal what father's done
Or fix this hole in a mother's son
Can you heal the broken worlds within
Can you strip away so we may start again
Yeah, tell me, can you heal what father's done
Or cut this rope and let us run
Just when all seems fine and I'm pain free
You jab another pin
Jab another pin in me
Oh yeah
No more pins in me, yeah
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more pins in me
No more, no more, no more
No, no, no
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Altre recensioni
Di Logitech_87
gli assoli di Kirk sono ottimi e la voce di James spacca
questo album sia un lavoro 'decente' che comunque è la rappresentazione di un gruppo morto nel 1991
Di apocalyptica92
"Reload conserva una buona dose di aggressività, ma soffre di monotonia."
"Se non ami Reload, puoi anche non leggere più la recensione, ma io lo considero un buon album."
