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Io voglio bene ai Mudhoney, impossibile non volergliene.
Nati dalle ceneri dei Green River, tra i padri fondatori del grunge, qualsiasi cosa esso sia; maestri di un rock che sa di fango, fuzz, scantinato, miele, malattia, pezzi di torta e film di tettone anni ’60. Dal 1988 ad oggi sono sempre e ancora in giro a suonare come piace a loro, con un successo commerciale molto al di sotto di ciò che meriterebbero. Dopo averci dato importanti lezioni di coerenza musicale, di copertine fuori moda, di titoli assurdi e di abusi di fuzz, i Mudhoney mostrano anche come dovrebbe essere fatta una raccolta come si deve. In verità io tendo ad evitare le compilation. Non perché siano operazioni commerciali in sé: dovranno pur mangiare questi poverelli. Il fatto è che i greatest hits sono solitamente di un'inutilità sconvolgente. Quindici canzoni tra le più famose di un gruppo, ignorando solitamente gli episodi meritevoli ma meno orecchiabili, più qualche inedito scartato dagli album precedenti, di solito per motivi ben giustificati. Oppure bombardamenti di compilation una dietro l’altra o, peggio ancora, un greatest hits per un gruppo che ha fatto si è no tre album.
I Mudhoney invece sono sì dei lercioni, e noi li amiamo anche per questo, ma anche dei bravi ragazzi,e a loro piace fare le cose per bene. "March to Fuzz", il cui titolo è un programma, esce nel 2000 sotto Sub Pop. Si tratta di un doppio album, eccellente compendio della carriera del gruppo di Mark Arm. Il primo disco è il best of vero e proprio: equilibrata selezione di canzoni dagli album fino ad allora usciti, senza dimenticare ovviamente i loro inizi riassunti in quel favoloso "Superfuzz Bigmuff plus Early Singles", insuperato capolavoro di marcescenza rock. Certo, dirà qualcuno, le canzoni dei Mielfango non brillano certo per eterogeneità, né i loro singoli di punta sono tanto più morbidi delle loro canzoni più putride: "Touch Me I’m Sick" e la cover di "Hate the Police" dei Dicks non sono forse tra le loro canzoni più famose? Proprio per questo una buona selezione di ventidue tracce non è facile. La vera perla arriva però con il secondo disco, e questo sì che giustifica l’acquisto di "March to Fuzz": il disco di rarità. Inediti e b-sides che non sfigurerebbero in nessun album ufficiale e una gustosa raccolta di cover di Motörhead, Elvis Costello, Sucide, Black Flag e del peggio del punk anni ’80, come Angry Samoans e The Adolescents. Le cose fatte come si deve allora: nessun calo di qualità pietoso, nessun abuso di cover, nessuna inutilità. Per questo non vale la pena citare una canzone piuttosto che un'altra, qui c'è solo un assaggio di fango e miele.
Va bene, è pur sempre una compilation, quindi d’utilità ed importanza relativa. "March to Fuzz" è pur sempre un ottimo riassunto della carriera dei Mudhoney nell’epoca 1988-2000, davvero utile se non si ha voglia di ascoltare tutti i loro album o se si vuole centellinare gli ascolti poco a poco: si tratta pur sempre di cinquantadue (52) tracce ed ascoltare tutte di fila risulterebbe leggermente confusionario. Però è anche questo il motivo per cui sono personalmente affezionato a questo disco: ascoltarlo a piccoli pezzi poco per volta mi ha accompagnato per molto tempo prima che mi decidessi ad ascoltare finalmente ogni album per esteso. Unica vera pecca della raccolta l’assenza di "When in Rome", "Magnolia Cabhoose Babyshit" e dell'"Halloween" dei Sonic Youth, ma non si può avere tutto nella vita.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
01 In 'n' Out of Grace (05:30)
"we want to be free..
we want to be free to- to do what we wanna do..
We want to be free to ride.. we want to be free
to ride our machines without being hassled by the man..
And we wanna get loaded!.. (Yeah!)"
Jesus take me to a higher place
Slidin' In 'n' out of grace
Crushed bodies and blood I crave
Slidin' In 'n' out of grace
Cry for mercy relieve my ache
Slidin' In 'n' out of grace
Steal my sleep, suck my race
Slidin' in 'n' out of grace
Oh god, How I love to hate
Slidin' in n out of grace
Save me lord, fuck the race
Slidin' in n out of grace yeah
02 Suck You Dry (02:32)
Pull yourself together
Take a stab at forever
Relax and let yourself go
Put yourself together
Take a shot at forever
Sit back, let the tears flow
No time like the present
To get ripped apart
Got this burning desire
Aiming straight for your heart
Suck dry
Suck you dry
Can't breath until
I suck you dry
Come a little closer
Before I slide over
Come on, I want you to burn
Come a little closer
Before I take you over
Come now, watch myself burn
No time like the present
To get ripped apart
Got this burning desire
Aiming straight for your heart
Suck dry
Suck you dry
Can't breath until
I suck you dry
No time like the present
To get ripped apart
Got this burning desire
Aiming straight for your heart
Suck dry
Suck you dry
Can't breath until
I suck you dry
03 I Have to Laugh (03:28)
Woke up this morning
I had a laugh
Saw you lying there
I had to laugh
Last night come clear
I had to laugh
Listening to the rain
I had to laugh
So I talked to the devil
Yeah, I had to laugh
I talked to God
Who just sat and laughed
Those boys are funny
Oh, they make me laugh
So damn funny
I nearly pissed my pants
There's no way out
I have to laugh
There ain't no way back
I have to laugh
The rain comes down harder
I have to laugh
It's getting darker
I have to laugh
Another day finished
Another day done
I'm right here next to you
Hoping tomorrow will come
I'm here right next to you
Hoping tomorrow will come
Hoping tomorrow will come
I have to laugh
I have to laugh
I have to laugh
I have to laugh
I have to laugh
I have to laugh
I have to laugh
04 Sweet Young Thing Ain't Sweet No More (03:44)
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama found her draped over the toilet bowl
oooh
Mama said, "child, what you done?"
Mama said, "child, what you done?"
"Wake up and greet the midday sun"
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Sweet young thing ain't sweet no more
Mama's little pills spilled all over the floor
oooh
oooh, ow, ow, ow
Mama can't handle her on her own
Mama can't handle her on her own
She says, "You just wait till your father gets home"
08 Into the Drink (02:07)
You're messing, baby, messing hard
Messing all the time
Messing, sugar, messing busy
You're messing in my mind
Well, I don't got what you want
And I don't care what you think
Better back off, back off, back off, baby
You'll get dumped into the drink
Into the drink
Into the drink
Into the drink
I don't need your judgment
And I don't believe your lies
I don't feel your lousy love
I got rights to exercise
But I don't got what you want
And I don't care what you think
Better back off, back off, back off, baby
You'll get dumped into the drink
Into the drink
Into the drink
Into the drink
Your useless piece of weaponry
Will never shoot me down
If I didn't do it, no one could
So waste another round
Well, I don't got what you want
And I don't care what you think
Better back off, back off, back off, baby
If you don't, into the drink
Into the drink
Into the drink
Into the drink
11 If I Think (03:36)
I forgot how to breathe
I forgot just what I need
Saw the world laid down before me
I saw everything so small
If I think I think of you
If I think I think of you
I open my eyes
Watch the sky turn blue
I felt so good I almost forgot
All about you
I forgot how to cry
I forgot that I could die
And I'm so sick of what I need
I could close my eyes and fall
If I think I think of you
If I think I think of you
I open my eyes
Watch the sky turn blue
I felt so good I almost forgot
All about you
12 Here Comes Sickness (03:40)
Heh
Here comes sickness
Walking down my street
Shaking her hips
Like she's some kinda treat
All the neighborhood dogs
Licking at her feet
Here comes sickness
Here comes sickness
Here comes sickness
Walking down my street
Yeah
Here comes sickness
Moving up my block
When she comes to my house
I hope she don't knock
All the neighborhood dogs
Sniffing at her crotch
Here comes sickness
Here comes sickness
Here comes sickness
Moving up my block
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
There goes sickness
In my daddy's car
Good riddance to the both of you
I hope you go far
All the neighborhood dogs
Should be drunk in the bar
There goes sickness
There goes sickness
There goes sickness
In my daddy's car
13 Let It Slide (02:34)
Let it slide
Let it slide
Let it slide
Let it slide
They can make it sound so nice
Everybody's got a price
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Give it away
Give it away
Give it away
Give it away
Nobody's here to stay
They own you to the grave
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Try to hide
Try to hide
Try to hide
Try to hide
Everybody's got a price
They can make it sound so nice
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Hell to pay
Hell to pay
Hell to pay
Hell to pay
They own you to the grave
Nobody's here to stay
Ho, ho, ho, ho
14 Touch Me I'm Sick (02:30)
Well I feel bad
And I've felt worse
I'm a creep yeah
I'm a jerk
Come on!
Touch Me I'm Sick!
Well I won't live long
And I'm full of rot
Gonna give you girl
Everything I've got
Touch Me I'm Sick!
Touch Me I'm Sick!
Come on baby now come with me
If you don't come
If you don't come
If you don't come
You'll die alone
Touch Me I'm Sick!
Fuck Me I'm Sick!
15 This Gift (03:34)
I've got something waiting for you, that's right
I've got something waiting for you, that's right
Sending you up the wall uptight
I've got something waiting for you, tonight
I've got this gift
(from God)
I've got this gift
(from God)
I've got this gift
(from God)
Pointing my heart at you
This gift so peal, this gift so rare
Much too much, too much for you to bear
Coming down from above
I've got this gift
(from God)
I've got this gift
(from God)
I've got this gift
(from God)
Pointing my heart at you
I've got this gift
(from God)
I've got this gift
(from God)
I've got this gift
(from God)
Pointing my heart at you
16 Good Enough (03:25)
I've made mistakes
That I'm sure I'll make again
Guess I liked them enough
The first time around
No way to fight them
No use denying
The way it grows
Uh-huh
Whatever happens
Never thought for a second
That I'd let go
Uh-huh
Everybody says
You must have lost your head
Well, one more time is good enough for me
Yeah, one more time is good enough for me
It's a hard road to your heart
And there was a time when I never thought I'd get that far
Uh-huh
Everybody says
You must have lost your head
Well, one more time is good enough for me
Yeah, one more time is good enough for me
17 Blinding Sun (03:40)
We fell asleep on the riverbank one sunny afternoon
We fell asleep on the riverbank one sunny afternoon
Woke with a rope around my neck, swear I did no wrong
Blinding Sun, beats down in my eyes
Blinding Sun, beats down in my eyes
Had my fill on the river bank, with you by my side
What have I done?
What have I done?
Can't be long to the setting of the sun
No, it can't be long now to the setting of the sun
Maybe then I'll see, maybe then I'll fight or run
Who are you, and what do you want?
Who are you, and what do you want?
Your countenance shines brighter than the midday sun
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
Just my luck if nightfall never comes
Be just my luck if nightfall never comes
Waiting with a rope around my neck for the setting of the sun
Sun, sun, why don't you set?
Said, sun, sun, why don't you set?
Try to put this all behind me, but I can't forget
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
What have I done?
Where have you gone?
What have I done?
What have I done?
20 When Tomorrow Hits (02:40)
Laying out on some early acts
Losing your way
Getting way off track
Ain't no stopping
Time from coming
When tomorrow hits
When tomorrow hits
When tomorrow hits
What's easy for you
Comes so hard
What you got
Never got me far
There's no stopping
The end from coming
When tomorrow hits
When tomorrow hits
When tomorrow hits
All right
Lookout
When tomorrow hits
It'll hit you hard
When tomorrow hits
It'll hit you hard
When tomorrow hits
It'll hit you hard
When tomorrow hits
That's the lowdown
21 Make It Now Again (04:35)
Make a hole
Make it wide
Make a hole
Make it wide
Make it now
Make it now
Make it now
Make it now
I'm so far from here
I'm so far from here
I'm so far from here
I'm so far from here right now
Make me whole
Make me right
Make me whole
Make me right
Make it now
Make it now
Make it now
Make it now
Behind these walls, locked up tight
No more darkness, no room for light
Speak to me
I'm so far from here
I'm so far from here
I'm so far from here
I'm so far from here right now
22 Hate the Police (02:07)
Mommy, mommy, mommy
Look at your son
You might have loved me
But now I got a gun
You better stay out of my way
I think I've had a bad day
I've had a bad day
I've had a bad day
Daddy, daddy, daddy
Proud of your son
Got himself a good job
Killing niggers and Mexicans
I'll tell you one thing, it's true
You can't find justice, it'll find you
It'll find you
It'll find you
People tell policemen
They've met their match
Down in them desert sands
Mudhoney won't catch
Mudhoney hates policemen, yes, it's true
You can't find justice, it'll find you
It'll find you
It'll find you
It'll find you
Mommy, mommy
Look at your son
You might have loved me
A gun
You better stay out of my way
I've had a bad day
I've had a bad day
Mommy, I've had a bad day
Mommy, I've had a bad day
Mommy
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