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Anni 70. Belle donne, nuova musica, schemi buttati giù e ricostruiti totalmente. Gli anni d'oro dei giovani, per intenderci. Inutile immaginare le band locali presenti nel New Jersey e in tutta l'America, soprattutto gli esponenti del DIY (il movimento più sincero della storia). Ormai era tradizione far parte di una band. Fra le tante presenti, una venne formata da un ragazzo particolare: Glenn Danzig.
Nel 1977 ebbe l'idea più utile e proficuo: rivoluzionare un genere che già di per sé rappresentava un'uscita dagli schemi, il pluricriticato Punk. Bene, in pieno Punk '77, Danzig fondò la prima band Horror Punk, i Misfits. Venne aiutato da un amico, Gerard Caiafa, meglio conosciuto come Jerry Only. Reclutarono musicisti "precari" (in quanto cacciati continuamente dalla band) e iniziarono i lavori. Se così possono essere definiti. Cosa sono i lavori dei Misfits? Prese in giro? Capolavori? Nessuno mai lo potrà sapere.
"Static Age" è il loro primo lavoro, che venne scritto nel lasso 1977-1978, nonostante sia stato pubblicato ufficialmente nel 1998 (in quanto nessuna casa era interessata allo stile dei Misfits). Ora, sicuramente un'amante di Pink Floyd o Yes avrebbe riso di fronte a questo lavoro, apparentemente banale, futile e privo di tecnica. Il problema è che i Misfits proprio questo volevano fare! Sostanzialmente è una presa in giro della musica progressive, del pluristrumentismo, della scrittura di "suite" (se così possono essere definite), insomma alla società Sessantiana e dei primi anni 70. Si può definire un B-Movie in campo musicale.
"Static Age" è stato importante quanto tralasciato: ha aperto la strada a artisti DIY che non ottenevano successo, ha influenzato tre generazioni di musicisti, ha mandato a quel paese la musica classica, ma soprattutto (ed è vero) ha gettato le basi dell'Hardcore punk (ragazzi siamo ancora in pieno '77). Ciò dimostra la simbolicità e la genialità di questi ragazzi che con 3 riff hanno creato 3 LP completi. Non c'è tecnica. Non c'è passione. Non c'è armonia. Solo il vuoto, un vuoto così particolare da sembrare pieno. E' praticamente impossibile (ma sopratutto inutile) scrivere una track-by-track, in quanto ci sarebbero miliardi di errori tecnici e mediocrità da segnalare nella musica di "Static Age", che se ascoltato tutto insieme, li fa dimenticare e trasmette adrenalina allo stato puro. Qualcosa da dire a livello tecnico c'è, sempre e comunque. In "Static Age" si sentono (anzi vengono sbattuti davanti al naso) fortissimi e chiarissimi elementi rockabilly (che vennero rubati da tutti gli horror punker successivi al gruppo di Lodi), soprattutto nelle canzoni Angelfuck (a mio parere la migliore dell'album insieme a Teenagers from Mars) e Theme for a Jackal. Inoltre, altre canzoni risentono di influenze heavy metal, come In the Doorway e la celeberrima She.
In sostanza, l'album è un capolavoro di inutilità, è l'epopea della mediocrità. Nel 1978 abbiamo scritto le basi di 30 anni di dischi. Da comprare
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 Static Age (01:47)
Static, static, static
We're on a video rage
Static, static, static
We're on a video rage
We're all blue from projection tubes
We're all blue from projection tubes
This is the static age we live in
Our eyes criss-cross, hold and gaze
This is the static age we live in
Breathe in
Catch your radiation blue disease and turning, tossing
This is a static age
Our very static age
This is a static age
Static, static, static
We're on a video rage
Static, static, static
We're on a video rage
And we're all blue from projection tubes
We're all blue from projection tubes
02 TV Casualty (02:23)
there are paint smears on everything i own
the vapor rub is lying on a table of filth
christmas cards to which i never reply
my eyeballs absorb only blue filtered light tv casualty,
tv casualty we're all right tv casualty, tv casualty
i wish they'd put prince namor on the tube hold on,
i think i have to puke there's a spot in the corner where i always go
i like to feed the flies that i know
but please don't feed my television screen
please don't feed my television screen
please don't feed my television screen
please don't feed my television screen tv casualty,
tv casualty we're all right tv casualty,
tv casualty babies in prison, they call it a womb
nine month sentence, no parole slivers of steal stuck in your lungs
breathe deep, we need a donor for blood
jaguars at the cemetary cadillacs grazing at your grave
zeniths grazing at your grave sonys grazing at your grave
tv casualty, tv casualty we're all right tv casualty,
tv casualty we're all right tv casualty, tv casualty
03 Some Kinda Hate (02:01)
There's some kinda love
And there's some kinda hate
The maggots in the eye of love won't
copulate
And it's a whoah....
I said whoah.....
Hear the cats cry
Little tortured babies in pain
Cracked necks by settled limbs
They don't hestitate
And it's a whoah....
Baby whoah....
And it's a whoah.....
I said whoah
There's some kinda love
And there is some kinda hate
I'm gonna tell you all about it now
The maggots in the eye of love won't
copulate
And it's a whoah....
Baby whoah....
I said whoah....
04 Last Caress (01:57)
I got something to say
I killed a baby today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead
Well I got something to say
I raped your mother today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as she's spread
Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress
Go
Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
Come sweet death, one last caress
Well, I got something to say
I killed your baby today
And it doesn't matter much to me
As long as it's dead
Sweet lovely death
I am waiting for your breath
oh sweet death...one last caress
one last caress, sweet death
one last caress, sweet death
whoa oh oh ohoh
whoa oh oh ohoh ohoh
whoaoooooo
whoa oh oh
yeah
05 Return of the Fly (01:36)
Return Of The Fly
Return Of The Fly
With Vincent Price
Yeah, Return Of The Fly
Helen Delambre, Helen Delambre
Francois, Francois
Return Of The Fly
You guinea pig
Human hands and feet
Yeah you guinea pig
Helen Delambre, Helen Delambre
Francois, Francois
The Return Of The Fly
With Vincent Price
You Guinea Pig
Yeah, Return Of The Fly
Return Of The Fly
With Vincent Price
You guinea pig
Yeah, Return Of The Fly
06 Hybrid Moments (01:42)
If you're gonna scream, Scream with me
Moment's like this never last
when NEW creatures rape your face
hybrids opened up THE door
Ooh baby when you cry
Your face is momentary
You hide your looks behind these scars
In Hybrid Moments
Give me a moment
Give me a moment
Give me a moment
Ooh baby when you cry
Your face is momentary
You hide your looks behind these scars
In hybrid moments
In hybrid moments
In hybrid moments
In hybrid moments
Give me a moment
Give me a moment
07 We are 138 (01:41)
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138, In the eyes of tiger
Do you think we're robot clean
Does this face look almost mean
Is it time to be an android not a man
The pleasantries are gone
We're stripped of all we were
In the eyes of tiger
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
We are 138, We are 138, We are 138
8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,
8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8,8.
08 Teenagers from Mars (02:50)
[keep rolling, this is take one of Teenagers From Mars and Children in Heat]
well, we land in barren fields on the arizona plains
the insemination of little girls
in the middle of wet dreams
we are the angel mutants the streets for us seduction
our cause injust and ancient in this "b" film born invasion
teenagers from mars and we don't care
teenagers from mars and we don't care
teenagers from mars and we don't care
well, we've seen your 3-d movies in violent abduction
we blast your mindless structure inferior connection
we take your weak resistance throw it in your face
we need no introduction for mass anhiliation
teenagers from mars and we don't care
teenagers from mars and we don't care
teenagers from mars and we don't care
well, we need no introduction no visas or carte blanche inhuman reproduction
we're here for what we want we want, we need it,
we'll take it we want, we need it, we'll take it we want, we need it, we'll take it we want, we need it, we'll take it, baby
teenagers from mars and we don't care
and we don't care
teenagers from mars
and we don't care
teenagers from mars
and we don't care teenagers from mars
and we don't care teenagers from mars
and we don't care and we don't care (and we don't care)
and we don't care, we don't care we don't care, and we don't care and we don't care
09 Come Back (05:00)
Come back...little raven
And bite my face
I've been waiting...endless waiting
Come back and bite my face
Come back...little raven
Descend your home
This is not then...and it's not now
Come back
Descend your throne
I think you realize what I've done
On the corner...slept my horrible corpse
I'm not alive for anyone
I think you realize what I've done
You gotta come back
Come back on...right back to me
10 Angelfuck (01:37)
little angelfuck it's a shame that luck is the only thing
did you like the fun did you like the times that i promised you
open wounds on your brow
little angel in red
she isn't loving you anymore
little angelfuck i see you going down on a fireplug
little angelfuck size for everyone
let those bastards believe
dry your thighs and we'll leave
she isn't loving you anymore
little angelfuck i see you going down on a fireplug
oh, little angelfuck size for everyone
let those bastards believe
they are bound to believe
she isn't loving you anymore
11 Hollywood Babylon (02:20)
who came along for the ride hey,
you can't come inside do the citizens kneel for sex
it's heaven cummin' on her chest
hollywood babylon
hollywood babylon
flesh ancient monster design unless,
you wanna crop that size where did they come from tonight
who came along for the ride
hollywood babylon
hollywood babylon
who came along for the ride hey you,
you can't come iisde when do the citizens kneel for sex
it's heaven cummin' on her chest
hollywood babylon
hollywood babylon
hollywood babylon
12 Attitude (01:30)
Attitude
You got some fucking attitude!
I can't believe what you said to me!
You got some attitude
Inside your feeble brain there's probably a whore
And if you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor
Attitude!
The one you got! Oh baby,
Attitude!
The one you got!
Attitude!
Attitude
Inside your feeble brain there's probably a whore
And if you don't shut your mouth
You're gonna feel the floor
Attitude
You got some fucking attitude
I can't believe what you said to me
You got some attitude
Attitude
You got some fucking attitude
I can't believe what you said to me
You got some attitude
13 Bullet (01:37)
President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete
Ride, Johnny ride
Johnny's wife is floundering
Johnny's wife is scared
Run, Jackie run
Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead
Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head
Texas is the reason that the president's dead
You gotta suck, suck, Jackie suck
President's bullet-ridden body in the street
Ride, Johnny ride
Kennedy's shattered head hits concrete
Ride, Johnny ride
Texas is an outrage when your husband is dead
Texas is an outrage when they pick up his head
Texas is the reason that the president's dead
You gotta suck, suck, Jackie suck
Arise Jackie O, Jonathon of Kennedy
Well, arise and be shot down
The dirt's gonna be your dessert
My cum be your life source
And the only way to get it
Is to suck or fuck
Or be poor and devoid
And masturbate me, masturbate me
Then slurp it from your palm
Like a dry desert soaking up rain
Soaking up sun
Like a dry desert soaking up rain
Soaking up sun
14 Theme for a Jackal (02:40)
Dry drunk on a corner
Wet waste of a girl
Theme for a jackal
Play you a death-song
You probably listen
Stand idly by as they rape your children
Like you do now
In fact you showed them how
All thoughts are in place
All deeds are complete
Play, theme for a jackal play
Die sweet prince
Meat tastes like mince
The jackal's eaten enough for today
Die sweet prince
Meat tastes like shit
Enough to make that jackal spit
Spit jackal spit
Spit and choke on the lives you've taken
You can't shake them loose
All morsels are gone, they're too small
Accessible from a source so tall Little sister all of my love
Bitch
Bitch, she is
Cut her from the inside out
Dead daughter in the river
Entrance gained by her liver
Play, theme for a jackal play
They play you a death-song
You probably listen
Stand idly by as they rape your children
Like you do now
In fact you showed them how
Play, theme for a jackal play Play, theme for a jackal play
15 She (01:24)
she walked out with empty arms
machine gun in her hand
she is good and she is bad
no one understands
she walked in in silence
never spoke a word
she's got a rich daddy
she's her daddy's girl
she loves naked sin
he loves evil stare [correct: he loves evil sex]
she has lost control
they are growing old
she will hide in silence
then her day will come
she was virgin vixen
she is on the run
she is on the run
she is on the run
16 Spinal Remains (01:27)
This isn't really sex, this isn't really life
This isn't really anything I think I like
And I will not sit on, broken glass
Not for you or anyone
I will not cut my ass
We have no reasons but we still have fun
Down on the floor, baby whisper my name
And when you rip my back to shreds
I dig my boots into
The soft remains of your spine
I want to savage
Your spinal remains
I want to savage
Baby your spinal remains
In chains
This isn't really sex, this isn't really life
This isn't really anything I think I like
And I will sit on broken glass
Not for you or anyone
I will not cut my fucking ass
I want to savage
Baby your spinal remains
I want to savage
Baby your spinal remains
They're making you change
17 In the Doorway (01:24)
Light
In the doorway
Shining so bright
In the doorway
I clench your hips
For the flesh
You tore my prose
In the doorway
Animal lie
Like the doorway
As you hide
Hear it then
Will you let me in
Let me in
Oh
In the doorway
We were so young
In the doorway
Release the black dogs
On our breasts
We'll never rest
We'll never rest
We'll never forget
I ain't never gonna let you rest
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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