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Anno 1987. La scena hair/glam rock americana è soggetta, finalmente, ad un cambiamento. Con l'avvento dello street glam, variante del genere certamente più "hard" ed impegnata di quello classico tutto rossetti, lustrini e ragazzine innamorate, i vecchi gruppi sentono il dovere di riciclarsi. A fronte dell'avvento di gruppi come Guns n' Roses prima e Skid Row poi, che invece di cori festaioli e power ballads offrono un rock più grezzo, ruvido ed esistenzialistico, i "classici" glam rockers, quasi imbarazzati, sentono il dovere di darsi una regolata e di incidere qualcosa di più serio, di più rock che glam.
In questa trasformazione si inserisce"Girls Girls Girls"; due anni dopo lo sterile "Theatre of Pain", nonchè dopo due album dove i Crue si vestivano con tacchi alti e ogni sorta di cincaglieria addosso, arriva finalmente una doccia rigenerante di rock n' roll. Per la prima (e non ultima) volta li vediamo in uno stile più asciutto, meno pomposo, più serio, in sella alle loro Harley che se ne vanno per ragazze... anzi per puttane, perchè altrimenti Mick Mars le fa scappare tutte...
Il disco apre con "Wild Side", una buona opener dal ritmo sostenuto che è un po' il manifesto del loro voler mostrare il lato "duro e selvaggio" della band. Pecca solo per la mancanza d'assolo. Si prosegue con la title track "Girls Girls Girls" che, come messaggio, è del tutto simile all'opener, solo gode di un riff un po' più accattivante, di un video MAGNIFICO, dell'argomento, ossa di loro donnaioli in mezzo a puttane e groopies, di un bel solo di Mars alla fine.
Dopo le prime due canzoni il disco ha già detto quasi tutto quello che c'era da dire. Interessanti brani come "Bad Boys Boogie", dove si sentono gli anni 70', in particolare Aerosmith e Kiss, "All In The Name Of...", ideale per rendere l'idea di "hard" rockers", e per questo si riallaccia alle altre due sotto una sfaccettatura ancora diversa. Gradevole anche la ballad "You're All I Need". Per il resto si trattano di meri riempitivi o, come "Nona", dedicata alla morte della nonna di Nikki Sixxx, di esclusivo valore personale. Per chiudere una bella cover live di "Jailhouse Rock" di Elvis, tanto per fare un ulteriore passo il più lontano possibile dal loro precedente style.
"Girls Girls Girls" è un buon disco, che rappresenta una anello di congiunzione tra il glam classico ed il glam "hard", o "street", o come qualsivoglia chiamare, che si sintetizzerà in "Dr. Feelgood", album che completa il cambio genere della band. E siccome a una band può riuscire, generalmente, SOLO UN CAMBIO GENERE, dopo Dr. Feegood, quando cambieranno di nuovo, saranno da buttar via (vedi Metallica per chi di cambio genere è esperto e di buttar via pure!). Se avete apprezzato Dr.Feelgood questo disco fa per voi. Se siete per gli esordi , qui si gira il timone.
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01 Wild Side (04:43)
Kneel down ye sinners, to
Streetwise religion
Greed's been crowned the new King
Hollywood dream teens
Yesterday's trash queens
Save the blessings for the final ring-
AMEN
Wild side
I carry my crucifix
Under my deathlist
Forward my mail to me in hell
Liars and the martyrs
Lost faith in The Father
Long lost in the wishing well
Wild side
Fallen Angels
So fast to kill
Thy kingdom come on the wild side
Our father
Who ain't in heaven
Be thy name on the wild side Holy Mary
Mother may I
Pray for us on the wild side
Wild side. Wild side
Name dropping no-names
Glamorize cocaine
Puppets with strings of gold
East L.A. at midnight
Papa won't be home tonight
Found dead with his best friend's wife
Wild side
Gang fights
Fatal strikes
We lie on the wild side
No escape
Murder rape
Doing time on the wild side
A baby cries
A cop dies
A day's pay on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Tragic life on the wild side
Wild side, wild side
Kickin ass on the Wild Side
02 Girls, Girls, Girls (04:30)
Friday night and I need a fight
My motorcycle and a switchblade knife
Handful of grease in my hair feels right
But what I need to make me tight are
Girls, Girls, Girls
Long legs and burgundy lips
Girls,
Dancin' down on Sunset Strip
Girls
Red lips, fingertips
Trick or treat-sweet to eat
On Halloween and New Year's Eve
Yankee girls ya just can't beat
But they're the best when they're off their feet
Girls, Girls, Girls
At the Dollhouse in Ft. Lauderdale
Girls, Girls. Girls
Rocking in Atlanta at Tattletails
Girls, Girls, Girls
Raising Hell at the 7th Veil
Have you read the news
In the Soho Tribune
Ya know she did me
Well then she broke my heart
I'm such a good good boy
I just need a new toy
I tell ya what, girl
Dance for me, I'll keep you overemployed
Just tell me a story
You know the one I mean
Crazy Horse, Paris, France
Forgot the names, remember romance
I got the photos, a menage a trois
Musta broke those French's laws with those
Girls, Girls. Girls
At the Body Shop and the Marble Arch
Girls, Girls, Girls
Tropicana's where I lost my heart
Girls, Girls, Girls
03 Dancing on Glass (04:20)
Can't find my doctor
My bones can't take this ache
If ya dance with the devil
Your day will come to pay
Downtown
Fuel-injected dreams
Are busting at the seams
Am I in Persia
Or am I just insane?
Downtown, downtown
One foot in the grave
Such a foolish child
For a date with death
Sign the dotted line
I've been thru hell
And I'm never goin' back
To Dancing on Glass
Going way too fast
Gonna burn and crash
Valentine's in London
Found me in the trash
Downtown
Need one more rush
Then I know, I know I'll stop
One extra push
Last trip to the top
Downtown, downtown
Silver spoon and needle
Witchy tombstone smile
I'm no puppet
I engrave my veins with style
I've been thru Hell
And I'm never goin' back
To dancing on glass
Dancin' dancin'
06 Five Years Dead (03:50)
Uptown downtown
Haven't seen your face around
Paper said you shot a man
Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown
You're five years dead
Sexy Sue from Hong Kong
Asked around right or wrong
Outa town change your name
Or ya get five years with a ball and chain
You're five years dead
Your life's on a steady tilt
I stand around and watch you wilt
Lose or win, never mattered-mattered to you
They always said you'd fall apart
I took the bet, but I missed the mark
The kid was bad-bad from the start Left, right, up and down
Same old runaround
Neighborhood professional
Your ass is runnin' into the ground
You're five years dead
Uptown downtown
Haven't seen your face around
Paper said you shot a man
Trigger happy punk down in Chinatown
07 All in the Name of... (03:40)
She's only fifteen
She's the reason-the reason that I can't sleep
You say illegal
I say legal's never been my scene
I try like hell but I'm out of control
All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul
Pretty, pretty so innocent
She says you ain't seen nothing yet
Brings me a dirty, dirty magazine
There she was for all the world to see
I try like hell but I'm out of control. All in the name of rock 'n' roll
For sex and sex I'd sell my soul
Says to me daddy
Can I have some candy
Wanna be your nasty
Anytime you want
You know you can have me
08 Sumthin' for Nuthin' (04:49)
Foolish bride call me up, beg to scratch her itch
Rich old man got the needle, slipped and dropped a stitch
Name the time, name the price leave you door unlocked
I'll bring a toy guaranteed to put the spring in your shock
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Gigolo sounds so cold, call me teacher's pest
Twice a day, double pay, at my trade I'm the best
Never late, watch her watch seconds on the clock
Overtime, break my back, slip and fall in the crack
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Well in and out, it's never free
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Leave the money where it's easy to see
She plays the role of a roving matriarch
Diamond rings, fancy things, Dubonnet on the rocks
For a treat gave it free--happy 63
Crazy days, easy money--I was just 16
Easy money for such a good deed
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Ya, in and out is never free
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Satisfaction guaranteed
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
Target practice in the dark
Sumthin' for Nuthin'
I'm a crack shot on the mark
And I love my work
09 You're All I Need (04:35)
The blade of my knife
Faced away from your heart
Those last few nights
It turned and sliced you apart
This love that I tell
Now feels lonely as hell
From this padded prison cell
So many times I said
You'd only be mine
I gave my blood and my tears
And loved you cyanide
When you took my lips
I took your breath
Sometimes love's better off dead
You're all I need, make you only mine
I loved you so I set you free
I had to take your life
You're all I need, you're all I need
And I loved you but you didn't love me Laid out cold
Now we're both alone
But killing you helped me keep you home
I guess it was bad
Cause love can be sad
But we finally made the news
Tied up smiling
I thought you were happy
Never opened your eyes
I thought you were napping
I got so much to learn
About love in this world
But we finally made the news
You're all I need, make you only mine
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Altre recensioni
Di Enrico Rosticci
La musica intesa come analisi della realtà metropolitana calata in una dimensione realistica ma non reale, tale quindi da poter essere osservata con distacco e spensieratezza.
Questo LP, segnando il più alto debutto in classifica per un gruppo hard rock e divenendo quattro volte platino, consacra i Motley Crue come band di punta dell'hard rock anni '80.
Di beekh
Dopo 24 anni è ancora più ridicolo che all’epoca con la sua mancanza ispirazione e la sua mediocrità.
Album di alta classe da usare come bel posacenere.
