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Una copertina con una pecora nera che si stacca dalle pecore bianche; la prima ondata punk spenta dalla droga; un gruppo di ragazzi con le idee chiare, la storia di una vita: Minor Threat.
Se non erro i Minor Threat sono stati il primo gruppo hardcore estero che ho ascoltato e questo è uno dei più grandi capolavori punk mai fatti. Le durate sono super contenute, tuttavia parliamo di brani che allungano parecchio rispetto alla media HC, arrivando ai tre minuti e dimostrando un interesse per la struttura dei brani, che senza staccarsi dal verbo punk riesce a portarlo a uno stadio successivo.
Considero infatti che abbia veramente senso parlare di brani gli uni divisi dagli altri, al contrario di quanto succedeva in buona parte del debutto o nei dischi dei coevi Agnostic Front, per fare giusto un nome. Personalmente adoro l'anthemica "It Follows", "Betray" o la conclusiva "Chasing in". Una grande forza del gruppo - che anche in questo si dimostra non schiavo degli stilemi HC - sta nel riuscire a inserire una massiccia dose di melodia, gettando a mio avviso una grande base per il thrash metal che si svilupperà nei lustri successivi.
Tutti i brani di questo disco sono un concentrato di riffing essenziali ma azzeccati e con echi di tradizione hard rock, impostazione punk montata su brani ben più ambiziosi, ritornelli che si stampano in testa e ti fanno venire voglia di risentire il disco da capo appena arrivi alla fine. Sicuramente questo disco portava l'asticella più in alto rispetto al grandioso ma acerbo esordio: i Minor Threat diventarono così gli alfieri del genere (e penso che tutt'oggi non sarebbero in pochi che risponderebbero senza indugio "I Minor Threat!" se venisse chiesto quale sia il più grande gruppo hardcore).
In altre parole questo è un disco coraggioso, e continua ad essere coraggioso. Coraggioso perché rompeva con l'idea di dover essere hardcore in un certo modo dettato a legge, coraggioso perché aveva il coraggio di scrollarsi di dosso il passato. A questo proposito, come potremmo non citare il concetto di "Out of Step": "I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't fuck: at least I can fucking think". Questo era il concetto su cui si basava la poetica, la retorica, lo stile di vita dei MT. E serve che sia io a dirvi quanto questo messaggio era dirompente? E quanto continui a essere dirompente? Fermiamoci a riflettere: per una volta tanto a suonare 'sta musica da deviati erano ragazzi con idee chiare, che non volevano solo fare casino, con uno stile di vita costruttivo e un interesse strutturato per la componente musicale. Ed è per questo che, mi piace pensare, se venisse pubblicato oggi la copertina sarebbe al contrario: una pecora bianca che scappa dalle pecore nere.
"Can't keep up: I'm out of step, with the world". Voto: 90/100.
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La recensione celebra Out of Step dei Minor Threat come un capolavoro del punk hardcore che, rompendo gli schemi del genere, aggiunge melodia e struttura nei brani. Il disco si distingue per il messaggio straight edge dei Minor Threat e l'influenza duratura sulle correnti musicali successive. La scrittura mette in risalto il coraggio della band nel distaccarsi dalle regole prestabilite dell'hardcore, confermando il valore dell'album anche oggi.Tracce testi
01 Betray (03:04)
Maybe it was no one's fault
I know it wasn't mine
But now that you've moved along
I guess I'm next in line
I thought we had the same ideas
But you, you proved me wrong
I've been played the fool before
But never for quite so long
Betray!
So what now? Do we shake hands,
And go on our seperate ways?
Or do I open my mind
And bump you into the haze?
No, I'll see you tomorrow
Same channel, same time, same place
I'm not going anywhere
'Cause I quit your fucking race
Betray!
Goddammit, we were supposed to stay young
And now it's over, it's finished, it's done
Normal expectations, they were on the run
But now it's over, it's finished, it's done
It's over, it's finished, it's done!
02 It Follows (01:50)
I thought
I had left it behind
In another fucking time
When boys were boys,
Girls were girls
And faces were hard ot find
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
All the stupid thinking
The stupid people thought
The rules that we lived buy
The friends that we bought
The asshole with a strong arm
In the shape of floating friends
The young ladies and their secrets
In the soap that never ends
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
I thought I had outrun
When I crossed the tracks
I thought I had gotten away
When it tapped me on the back
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
It followed me!
05 Sob Story (01:50)
Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
You did nothing to deserve it
You did nothing at all
Sit back and watch
It turns from bad to worse
No matter how loud you cry
It always Hurts
Boy I'm glad I'm not in your shoes
How could things
Get any worse for you?
You're so fucking alone
How could things
Get any worse for you?
I don't blame you
When you piss and moan
Everybody gets
What you should've got
Everybody takes
Your opporatunities
Everybody gets
The breaks that belonged to you
Everybody takes
Your jusy desserts
Life's not been good for you
It's just not fair
I've got some news for you
Nothing is fair
I wish there was a way
To make it all better
I pray for a way
To make you happy
'Cause I'm sick and I'm tired
Of your whining, complaining, bitching, etc.
06 No Reason (01:57)
So you hate me
That's the way it goes
What the fuck?
I guess I'll never know
If it makes you feel better,
Then I guess it's just as good
You know I'll never accept it,
'Cause I never thought you could
Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?
What's the problem?
Is it justified?
Or are we dealing
With our fucking pride?
Do you really want to leave it alone?
I don't know what it's worth to you,
It's all I fucking own
Sit in the same room
We look the other way
Fuck conversation
We've got nothing to say
I'm sure we both hate to be ignored
Haven't we met someplace before?
Haven't we met before?
07 Little Friend (02:18)
There are no words
For what I want to say
No description
For what I feel
It's a non-emotion
It's something gray
Way down
Inside of me
You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get
Now I'm waiting
For security
There's something racing
Inside of me
I'm waiting, I'm waiting
For a sign
Waiting for something
Got nothing but time
You could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
That's as close as you'll get
And you could call it anger
You could call it fear
You could call it frustration
And you'd still be wrong.
And why not?
I said I'm waiting
Waiting for a sign
Just me and my little friend
He's deep inside
08 Out of Step (01:20)
(I)don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fucking think
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
(I) don't smoke
I don't drink
I don't fuck
At least I can fucking think
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
Listen,
this is no set of rules
I'm not telling you what to do
all i'm saying, is that i'm bringing up like three things
that are like so important to the whole world,
that i don't have to find , much importance in
because of these things, whether it's fucking or playing golf,
i feel that...
I can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Can't keep up!
Out of step with the world!
09 Cashing In (03:43)
How do you do, I figure we've met
My name is Ian, and I'm from Minor
Threat
You know, I count on music to be a good bet
??? after every
cent
(Yeah, yeah)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal
your money
We'll steal your shows
I've got some money, and I'm
feeling fine
A couple of dollars, everything in time
Well you know, I'm
gonna be all right
With the money I'm making off of YOU
tonight
(Sucker!)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal
your money
We'll steal your shows
(You know something?)
The
trouble with money, is that I want more
So let's, let's raise the price at
the door
How much tonight, three dollars or four?
You know we'll make a
million when we go on tour
(Yeah, that's the way I've been thinking
about it)
We don't care
We don't pose
We'll steal your
money
We'll steal your shows
(You know that's the way it is, man,
it's dog-eat-dog, ha ha!)
I'm taking a walk on the yellow brick
road
I only walk where the bricks are made of gold
My mind and body are
the only things I've sold
I need a little money 'cause I'm getting
old
(Well, that's the way it goes, isn't it? Yeah!)
We don't
care
We don't pose
We'll steal your money
We'll steal your
shows
Yeah, you don't care and we don't pose
We'll steal your money,
we'll steal your shows
That's the way it is in this world...right?
Ain't
that right?
Boy, you had us pegged all along...damn!
There's no place
like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So
where am I?
There's no place like home
There's no place like
home
There's no place like home
So where am I?
There's no place
like home
There's no place like home
There's no place like home
So
where am I?
There's no place like home, right?
There's no place like
home
So where am I?
There's no place like home
There's no place
like home
So where am I?
Cashing In
Minor Threat
Minor Threat sono un gruppo hardcore punk di Washington, D.C., attivo dal 1980 al 1983. Noti per velocità, incisività e per aver ispirato lo Straight Edge con l’omonimo brano, pubblicarono l’LP Out of Step per Dischord Records e chiusero con l’EP postumo Salad Days.07 Recensioni
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Di teenagelobotomy
"Minor Threat sono la band hardcore per antonomasia, non l'unica, non la prima, ma LA band hardcore."
"La titletrack 'Out Of Step' è il vero manifesto dei Minor Threat e del movimento tutto, più anche di 'Filler'."
