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NEW TATTOO (20/06/2000, MOTLEY RECORDS)
Abbandonate le sperimentazioni in chiave industrial, i Motley Crue ritornano al sound delle loro origini dando alla luce un ottimo album in cui si ritrovano le tipiche tematiche del movimento glam, ovvero sesso, droga, ribellione e vicende di vita metropolitana.
Tommy Lee lascia la band per dedicarsi ad un progetto rap-metal, i Methods of Mayhem (autori di un mediocre disco omonimo e protagonisti, loro malgrado, di una feroce contestazione al Gods Of Metal del 2000) ma viene prontamente sostituito da Randy Castillo, ex drummer di Ozzy Osbourne. La voce di Vince Neil si fa inconfondibilmente sleazy, Nikki Sixx non disdegna di mostrare al pubblico la sua classe cristallina nel palpeggiare il basso e Mick Mars torna a sfornare riff granitici ed assoli ruggenti.
Il primo singolo estratto, “Hell on high heels” è accompagnato da un video sarcastico e dissacrante realizzato in collaborazione con lo studio Champ Chaos (artefice della satira sui Metallica in occasione del caso Napster, sempre in collaborazione con i Crue). “New Tattoo” debutta alla posizione #41 delle charts americane inondando letteralmente le radio rock-oriented degli Stati Uniti. Questo nuovo lavoro supera abbondantemente il livello qualitativo delle ultime due prove in studio e ci fa omaggio di tracce che trasudano desiderio di riscatto come la pungente “First band on the moon” e “Fake”, song che si pone in rilievo per un testo spietato, in cui i Crue mandano al diavolo l’industria discografica mantenendo un ghigno sardonico sulle labbra. A ciò si aggiungono due bellissime ballate come “New Tattoo” e “Hollywood Ending” in cui la voce di Vince ci accompagna in un racconto d’amore, sangue e nostalgie nella città degli angeli.
Non mancano i consueti pezzi tiratissimi come “Porno Star” (a cui hanno collaborato due vere star del porno americane, Syren e Julie Meadows) e “Hell on high heels”. Ogni pezzo di questo lavoro è impregnato di sonorità Motley al 100% e risplende di quel fulgore che solo il più genuino hard rock riesce a sprigionare. Finalmente possiamo ricominciare a sorridere: il pessimismo che aleggiava sui due precedenti lavori in studio è stato di nuovo cancellato, distrutto da una tempesta sonora che è tornata a cantare le gioie del sesso e della vita. Vince, Mick, Nikki e Randy entrano semplicemente in uno studio di registrazione e senza tentare invano di inseguire le sonorità del momento, danno alla luce un album che rappresenta ciò per cui loro hanno sempre lottato: il rock n’ roll, quello sporco, duro, suonato con l’ anima.
“New Tattoo” è un grande regalo per tutti gli amanti dell’hard and heavy più puro ed incontaminato e tracce memorabili come “She needs rock n’ roll” “Treat me like the dog I am”, “Dragstrip Superstar” o la strepitosa cover dei Tubes “White punks on dope”, non fanno altro che confermare quanto detto in precedenza: i Motley sono tornati e finalmente hanno dato alla luce un degno successore al loro capolavoro “Dr. Feelgood” (1989).
In questo album forse non troverete un singolo del calibro di “Wild Side” o “Smokin’ in the boy’ s room” ma ascoltando “New Tattoo” brano per brano capirete che, dopo anni di crisi, i Crue sono riusciti ad uscire dal tunnel, pubblicando un disco irresistibilmente rock.
(Enrico Rosticci)
TRACK LIST:
01) HELL ON HIGH HEELS
02) TREAT ME LIKE THE DOG I AM
03) NEW TATTOO
04) DRAGSTRIP SUPERSTAR
05) FIRST BAND ON THE MOON
06) SHE NEEDS ROCK N’ ROLL
07) PUNCHED IN TEETH BY LOVE
08) HOLLYWOOD ENDING
09) FAKE
10) PORNO STAR
11) WHITE PUNKS ON DOPE
12) TIMEBOMB
13) FIRST BAND ON THE MOON (DEMO) - versione giapponese
14) PORNO STAR (DEMO) - versione giapponese
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Hell on High Heels (04:15)
Bashful Betty, such a bondage brat
Dressed in latex and coated in sewer rat
A serpent's tongue calculating mind
Gets top billing for her hip shake divine
Look to the sky
No rain in sight
Better wear your rubber boys
If Betty is your date tonight
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Sexy Suki, little geisha girl
Given every samurai a twirl
An HIV V.I.P.
Backseat panties down around her knees
She's got no money
Can't pay the rent
it's a sunny day now baby
Every night on her back that's spent
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
Hell on high heels
Honey, it's how ya makin money
Boys call ya
Hell on high heels
Baby, the way ya walk it talk it
Town calls ya
02 Treat Me Like the Dog I Am (03:40)
Red Rover, red rover
Got a bone but I can't come over
Never broken, never trained
You got me in the doghouse
On this dog chain
You treat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
You beat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
Oh master, go faster
You're my bitch and I'm your bastard
At the dog pound make me beg
Got me with my tail between my leg
You treat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
You shame me
Like the dog, like the dog I am You treat me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
You kick me
Like the dog, like the dog I am
Just beat me, just bite me, just break me
Treat me like a dog
Just blame me, just shame me, then cage me
Treat me like a dog
Cause I need it
And I want it
And I deserve it
Treat me like a dog
Please slap me, please smack me
Crack me, whack me
And attack me
03 New Tattoo (04:18)
I've been out drinkin with the boys again
Sorry I'm calling after 2 a.m.
There's something that I need to say to you
I know it's late
But this can't wait
I just got a new tattoo
One love, one woman
You're my new tattoo
Tonight is the very first night of my life with you
Until the day I die
I promise it's true
Everyone will see my new tattoo
Tonight I saw your face up in the stars
Stumbled here to paint you on my arm
There's something that I need to say to you
So I wrote this song
Cause you belong
Right here on my new tattoo
(chorus)
I don't want to see us fade away
I don't want to be without you another day
I could be your Dorian Gray
I won't fade away
04 Dragstrip Superstar (04:22)
Jailbait playmate
Freak show masturbate
Fuel inject carburete
Underage penetrate
Mama take me home tonight
Mama take me Home
Dragstrip, she's a superstar
She's got a tight fit, She's gonna make it far
Dragstrip, she's so supercharged
She's got loose lips, she's a superstar
Superstar
Black cat cabaret
Dancin down the alleyway
Doomsday runaway
Money shaker on display
Mama take me home tonight
Mama take me Home
(chorus)
Does your daddy know now
What you show and tell now
Does he wish you well
On your trip through hell
Can't run away on the runway
05 1st Band on the Moon (04:25)
There's a problem with the girls here on Earth
They stopped acting dizzy wearing miniskirts
Seems like everything wild is in distaste
Gotta get my band off in outer, outerspace
I want a place that wants arena rock
Along with the girls who wanna suck my...
Take out music up and fry some brains
Teach a dimension how to go, go insane
It can't come too soon
Someone always has to break the rules
Like a rock n roll cartoon
1st band on the moon
Now it won't be too long
Until we get to sing our songs
Even if we're outta tune
1st band on the moon
Everybody watchin on their TV sets
Came out of the shuttle dancin penthouse pets
And someone grabs a mic and really lets it spit
But the band is so loud
We blow the transmit
(chorus)
That's one small step for man
08 Hollywood Ending (03:43)
Did you want it this way
Breaking us down a little at a time
Is it easier now that I'm not around
Is it time to draw the line
Well, we don't have to pretend
That it's a Hollywood ending
Leave it to me
To act like a fool begging you to come back
When I had you I had everything
And now all I have is this photograph
There's nothing here to defend
it's not a Hollywood ending
You don't have to go
No, you don't have to go
You could've been the star of
My show anytime
No, you don't have to go The trouble with you
The trouble with me
We ain't meant to be
Well, we don't have to pretend
That it's a Hollywood ending
Another Hollywood ending
it's not as bad as it seems
A Hollywood ending
it's hard to give up your dreams
Another Hollywood ending
All that glitters will fade
A Hollywood ending
Just like the promise you made
Another Hollywood ending
09 Fake (03:44)
Spent a million dollars on amphetamines
Crashed a lot of cars
Fucked all the stupid stars in Hollywood
Because I could, because we could
So you loved to hate us in your private jets
Funny how you bitched and moaned
'Cause you got fat and rich
And when I'm dead
All you'll put on my headstone is that
I'm so fake
I'm a dirty little bastard
Fake
I was always so plastered
Fake
So you say it's true
Fake
I'm a dirty little whore
Fake
I'm everything and more
Looks like I'm fake
Just like just like you
40 million records and going strong
Never won a Grammy
Still won't play along in Hollywood
Like we should
(chorus)
My diamond rings and cocaine binges
All strung out on your syringes
Sold my soul while you sold records
I have been your slave forever
What are you fat cats doing anyway?
Take our money and flush it down the drain
You're so fake
You're a dirty little bastard
Fake
You're always so plastered
Fake
So you say it's true
Looks like I'm a fake like you
Fake
You're a dirty little whore
Fake
You're always such a bore
Fake
So you say it's true
11 White Punks on Dope (03:40)
Written by Evans, Spooner, Steen
Teenage had a race for the night time
Spent my cash on every high I could find
Wasted time in every school in L.A.
Getting loose, I didn't care what the kids say
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad moved to Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope
Other dudes are living in the ghetto
But born in Pacific Heights don't seem much betto
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
I can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
White punks on dope
I go crazy 'cause my folks are so fucking rich
Have to score when I get that rich white punk itch
Sounds real classy, living in a chateau
So lonely, all the other kids will never know
We're white punks on dope
Mom & Dad live in Hollywood
Hang myself when I get enough rope
Can't clean up, though I know I should
White punks on dope
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