Apriamo il vocabolario e cerchiamo: Motorhead…..Motorhead….ah, ecco qui: “Motorhead, sinonimo di coerenza; completa dedizione allo sfacelo sonoro”. Non mi vengono altri termini per descrivere la storica band di Lemmy e l’ultima fatica del gruppo non fa altro che confermare quanto detto sopra. Passano gli anni, ma Lemmy e il suo fedele brufolazzo rimangono sempre gli stessi, complice forse una tinta per capelli, un look che non varia mai e una voglia di divertirsi e far divertire inalterata benchè di tempo ne sia trascorso. Malgrado ormai il capobranco si avvii verso la sessantina, la violenza con la quale i Motorhead si propongono ha del sorprendente: nessun cedimento, nessuna canzone fuori dal loro stile: "Inferno" si impone come uno dei migliori album della band da molti anni a questa parte, e il titolo è completamente azzeccato. Ma voi vi starete chiedendo: ci sono dei cambiamenti, delle svolte (ah, poveri illusi…)? Inutile aspettarsi cambiamenti, non è nello stile e nella logica dei Motorhead affidarsi a canzoni di stampo diverso dal loro timbro, semmai ho notato una produzione decisamente buona, grazie alla quale il sound violento ed immediato risalta alla perfezione.
Ma veniamo alle song: il cd è una bomba esplosiva e dovete stare molto attenti se non volete che scoppi da un momento all’altro. Già le prime tre tracce del nuovo album sono dei pugni uno dietro l’altro: “Terminal Show” vi manderà al tappeto grazie al suo riff velocissimo e grezzo, ma anche fresco e dinamico; da notare la presenza come guest star di Steve Vai che assesta un assolo perfettamente in linea col sound della canzone. La seguente “Killers” non accenna a placare la forza d'impatto del sound del combo, assestando nelle orecchie dell'ascoltatore una manciata di riffoni diretti ed efficaci (a partire del riff d'apertura davvero fulminante), trasformandosi così in una cavalcata entusiasmante. “In the name of tragedy” irrompe potente e quasi cupa, supportata, però, da un drumming sostenuto e vivace. I minacciosi riffs che si susseguono uno dietro l'altro, inoltre, dipingono bene l'immagine descritta dal titolo del brano… immagine che viene ulteriormente "focalizzata" da un assolo "straniante" ma di sicuro effetto. Inferno, quindi, si presenta davvero bene. Ma continuando nell’ascolto ci si accorge che la premiata ditta Lemmy & Co non accenna a demordere: “Life’s a bitch” è un brano in puro stile rock’n’roll che non mancherà si conquistarvi, “Down on me” e “In the Black” suonano decise e potenti con dei riffoni "old style", per poi svilupparsi nei classici refrain che più "motorheadiani" non si può, "Suicide" trova il suo punto di forza in un riffing più cadenzato ma non meno pesante, coadiuvato da una sezione basso/batteria compatta e precisa. Chiude il disco l'inaspettato blues acustico di "Whorehouse blues", dove Lemmy si cimenta non solo nell'accompagnamento chitarristico ma anche in un solo per armonica molto suggestivo e piacevole. Da notare, infine, l'espressività del cantato che, permettetemi l'espressione ma quando c’è vò c’è vò, odora (gradevolmente) "d'alcool e cantine fumose".
La coerenza in musica, per concludere, a volte paga molto bene. I Motorhead ne sono un'eclatante dimostrazione. Certo, può essere condivisa o meno questa cocciuta ostinazione dei tre musicisti nel riproporre ancora oggi lo stesso sound, ma questa trentennale coerenza ha prodotto "Inferno". Personalmente apprezzo la schiettezza con la quale la band si propone al suo pubblico, una schiettezza che suona così: "non vi piace la nostra musica? Fuck you! Vi piace la nostra musica? We are Motorhead, and we' re gonna kick your ass".
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01 Terminal Show (03:45)
(Kilmister - Campbell - Dee)
The golden eyed creature sits back on his throne
Gazing at us in despair
Six hundred guests, humanity's best
Are wondering why they are there
All roads lead here, all roads are burned
Have we digested the things we have learned
Have we a chance when the dead rise and dance
Have we the time for the final romance
We better find out the name of the game
Chance of a future frozen and grim
Or of a quick death brought here on a whim
Why are we here does anyone know
Why are we here at the terminal show
The blind king has secrets dark and morose
He'd like it if we were like him
All the dark days spent in the maze
Have made a new man of him
All roads lead here, all roads are closed
Are we quite certain of all that we know
Are we miscast or do we hold fast
Have we the time for the final repast
We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a new world sunny and fine
Or of a burning a branded design
Why are we here, we don't even know
Why are we here at the terminal show
The red queen is sleeping, lost in a dream
She wakes an dshe sleeps all alone
All of her fears are crowded in here
Laughing they pick at her bones
All roads lead here, none lead away
Are we quire certain we're here anyway
Have we been wise or are we despised
Have we the time for our final demise
We better find out
The name of the game
Chance of a lost world, rain and dismay
Pick up your belongings, we all have to pay
Why are the vultures circling above
Why can't we fight for the right to our blood
We are demented, everyone knows
Misrepresented, coming to blows
Why are we here, we don't even know
Why are we here at the terminal show
04 Suicide (05:07)
(Kilmister - Campbell - Dee)
The night is mine, it burns so black,
And there will be no morning light,
The human race's foul disease,
Will keep the morning from our sight,
Why can't we say the secret word,
Respect for nothing, fire or flood,
Expect no quarter, no reprieve,
We writhe and grin in our own blood,
No sun just clouds and poison rain,
Raped and freezing,
Victims of the dream again,
Truly our days are darker now,
We lie and cheat, to our own selves,
If we do this, I ask you how,
Can we speak truth to someone else,
There is no way, no road at all,
We are destroyed, by our own plan,
The air we breathe will kill us all,
And no one left to give a damn,
No sun just clouds and poison rain,
Raped and feezing,
Victims of the dream again,
Stay clean, be true,
do whatever you can do,
Make it soon, or we all die,
Ten thousand years, and all we got is Suicide,
If there be Gods, then tell me why,
They make us kill and kill again,
One hundred thousand thousand years,
No mercy in the minds of men,
What is the word that we should read,
What incantation should we say,
How can we ask for justice now,
When all the world is blown away,
No sun, no hope the world is sun insane,
Raped and freezing,
Victims of the dream again,
Stay clean, be true,
Make it soon, or we all die,
Ten thousand years, and all we got is Suicide
05 Life's a Bitch (04:13)
(Kilmister - Campbell - Dee)
I don't know who you are,
I don't know your name,
But if you want to live,
You better learn the game,
Don't know why you're here,
Ain't seen your face so far,
If you don't want to fail,
You better hide your scars,
Make a poor man cry,
The way you run your life,
Make a poor man laugh,
The way you run your life,
Time you hit the road,
Better be on your way,
Don't scream,
Don't shout,
Three strikes and you be out,
It's a shame I know,
No chance to see the show,
Fear the man, kill the snitch,
Just remember Life's a Bitch,
I don't know what you've got,
I don't know your mom,
But if you don't like your life,
Then don't act dumb,
I don't know where you go,
And I sure don't care,
If you don't want to starve,
You better get your share,
Make a grown man sick,
The way you run your mouth,
Make a grown man shake,
The way you're running out,
Time to hit the skids,
Better be on your way,
Don't shout,
Don't scream,
Three strikes and they be mean,
A shame you're right,
No chance to see the fight,
Be a man, fix the glitch,
Just remember LIfe's a Bitch,
I don't know what you see,
I don't know the score,
But if you don't like blood,
You better close the door,
I don't know how you think,
Don't want to hear your tale,
And if you talk too much,
You're going to land in jail,
Make a tall man short,
To see you act this way,
Make a short man puke,
The way you waste the day,
Time to go to hell,
Better be on your way,
Don't moan,
Don't pout,
Three strikes takes your ass out,
Oh no, bad news,
No chance to shine your shoes,
Fear the sky, eat the rich,
Just remember Life's a Bitch
08 Fight (03:42)
(Kilmister - Campbell - Dee)
Midnight, midnight,
Midnight beat the drum,
Black night, black night,
Black night, cut and run,
Slaughter, slaughter,
Slaughter, flee your bed,
Quarter, no quarter,
No quarter, don't lose your head,
Fighting in the west,
Fighting in the east,
Fighting like a beast,
You must stand and Fight,
Fight, Fight, Fight,
Fight, make it right,
Fight, Fight,
Fighting, fighting,
Fighting, for your life,
Riding, riding,
Riding, endless nights,
Laughing, laughing,
Laughing, to our death,
Laughing, laughing,
Laughing, to our final breath,
Fighting in the west,
Fighting in the east,
What a bloody mess,
You will stand and Fight,
Fight, Fight, Fight,
Fight, make it right,
Fight, Fight,
Reaver, reaver,
Reaver, riding fast,
Believer, believer,
Believer, loyal to the last,
Faithful, faithful,
Faithful, to our creed,
Soldier, till it's over,
Till it's over, everything we need,
Fighting to the last,
Fighting to the death,
Your last dying breath,
You must stand and Fight,
Fight, Fight, Fight,
Fight, make it right,
Fight, Fight,
Fight, stand and Fight,
Stand and Fight, stand and Fight,
Make it right, stand and Fight,
You must Fight, Fight,
You motherfucker
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