Insomma l'altro giorno accendo la tele perché mi ero già massacrato di alcool la sera prima e dico io: già Mediaset, RAI e La 7 sono stazioni che mandano in onda prevalentemente merda per cerebrolesi (ad esclusione di C.S.I., Line Of Fire e quell'altro cazzutissimo serial che non mi ricordo come stramerda si chiama che danno su Italia 1 la domenica tra le 19 e le 21), ok? Non è sufficiente? Ovviamente no. Perciò beccati un'ora di Oasis dal vivo, razza di bastardo figlio di puttana, olè!
Esatto, sto parlando di quell'allegro mucchio di drogati privi di talento che vengono da Manchester, fottuti inutili cazzoni stonati, loro e quella faccia di merda che hanno e quel modo di parlare che li fa sembrare un mix tra il sintetizzatore vocale di Stephen Hawking e Kenneth su loquendo.com. (in realtà i figli nati handicappati di Beatles, Sex Pistols e Stone Roses).
Insomma li vedo e dico "Diamo una possibilità a questi sacchi merda, in fin dei conti non sono i fottuti Vines." Tre fottute canzoni, dico TRE: pensavo che stessero strimpellando sempre la stessa nenia sfracella-coglioni e invece erano davvero tre canzoni *distinte*.
D'altra parte il pubblico presente in studio sembrava gradire, battevano le mani e urlavano come se stessero assistendo alla migliore performance dei King Crimson . Che gigantesco mucchio di merda, qualcuno dovrebbe dare una scala di legno a Liam Gallagher in modo che, ogni volta che deve cantare una
nota a cui non arriva, possa arrampicarcisi sopra con un cappio in mano e impiccarsi all'impianto luci. Insomma ero talmente disgustato che ho girato su ReteAllmusic e...
Voce Fuori Campo - "Come ti chiami?"
Alessia - "ALESSIAAAA!" (urlato perché queste cazzo di interviste le fanno in discoteca)
VFC - "Single o fidanzata?"
A - "SINGLE! PERCHÉ GLI UOMINI SONO TUTTI STRONZIIII!"
VFC - "Qual'è il posto più strano dove l'hai fatto?"
A - "UNA VOLTA IO E IL MIO RAGAZZO CI SIAMO APPARTATI SOPRA UN TERMITAIO IN KENYA, IO GLI STAVO SOPRA; QUANDO ABBIAMO FINITO, LE TERMITI AVEVANO FINITO LUI, HIHIHIHIHIHIHI!"
VFC - "Hai qualcosa da dire agli spettatori the club?"
A - "CONTATTATEMI, SONO CARINASIMPATICAMIPIACEDIVERTIRMI E SOPRATTUTTO NON VE NE PENTIRETEEEEE!"
Scritta in sovrimpressione "Alessia è di Salerno, ha 20 anni e le piacciono gli Oasis."
Fanculo, lo fanno apposta. Concorrenza un cazzo.
Ma veniamo al capolavoro: L'album si apre con una canzone, Hello, che a dispetto del ritmo vivace e frizzante, presenza squarci di malinconia: oh oh malinconia da piangere a dirotto per 3 fottuti mesi... sin dalle prime battute dunque WTSMG si presenta come un album dominato dalla dicotomia vivere alla giornata-rock sfrenato-avventura e riflessione-chitarra acustica-scorci blues-malinconia (teste di cazzo non pensanti che quel fine 1995 si fiondarono a Londra a comprare il disco in modo che balzasse al numero uno).
"Viviamo nell'ombra, avevamo la possibilità e l'abbiamo sprecata / E non sarà mai la stessa cosa / Perché gli anni cadono come la pioggia / E non sarà la stessa cosa / Finché la vita che conoscevo non verrà alla mia porta e mi dirà Ciao".
Una lurida retorica demagogica servita come un allegra merdaccia calda fumante per i finocchi rimbambiti da MTV che credono ancora a queste stronzate finto ribelli...
Roll With It va ricordata soprattutto per la scoppiazzatura da qualche pezzo dei Beatles o degli Who...
L'idiozia di questi cialtroni non ha fine.
Wonderwall è quei soliti 3 arpeggi scoppiazzati dalla collezione domestica di mastro Gallagher.
Il titolo forse è ispirato dal primo album solista di G. Harrison, Wonderwall appunto, i più affermano che Noel potrebbe essersi ispirato ad una celebre intervista di John Lennon dove pronunciò 'wonderwall' con un gioco di parole o forse al posto di 'wonderful'.
Hey Now! e via alziamo gli amplificatori per sommergere tutto, per coprire l'assoluta mancanza di idee o di ricami originali, idea innovativa ehehehe questa di alzare al massimo i volumi manco fossero i Velvet Underground di white light white heat, ma Cale e Reed le avevano le ideee razza di finocchioni vomitosi.
"Mi hanno dato uno strappo in autostop / Mentre ero con l'anima a bordo strada / proprio mentre il cielo si anneriva / ho passeggiato con la mia fama lungo i viali della memoria / Non sono più riuscito a trovare la strada del ritorno". Quasi quasi piango per via di questo testo così ribelle e vissuto ahahahahaha, li avete fatti diventare voi miliardari questi ex proletari del cazzo privi di talento.
Some Might Say ancora volumi a palla ma è lontano da avere scariche rock, una nenia con i volumi a palla, così va bene? e tutti ci sono cascati, tutti a dire, eccola la vera energia dei The Jam di Weller che ritorna a deliziarci.
Cast No Shadow, e vieni alessia da salerno anni 20 che vic sorriso ti stupra a dovere, ma le orecchie ti sturo nel senso che ti metto le cuffie del mio impianto a volume parossistico limite umano consentito con questa stramerda di disco e ti trombo le trombe di eustacchio... ti faccio diventare sorda zoccola...
Questi sottoproletari di merda son ben lontani dalla sfrontatezza di certi loro compaesani, i The Fall ad esempio, ma anche i fottuti Happy Mondays che almeno avevano un singer che era davvero un invasato mentale, e Mark E. Smith sì che era sincero e aveva del talento...
Quando parte Morning Glory hai la sensazione che il produttore si sia bevuto il cervello, volumi ancora piu alti, un mucchio di feedback inconsistente, volevano fare i beatles underground vellutati sti cazzoni... un casino del cazzo questo pezzo, basta non ne posso più, il congedo con Champagne Supernova scoppiazzata ancora dai Beatles.
Ma andate dal droghiere la prossima volta...
"sono un genio fottuto" (Noel Gallagher)
tua sorella.
Elenco tracce testi e video
01 Hello (03:21)
I don't feel as if I know you
You take up all my time
The days are long and the night will throw you away
Coz the sun don't shine
Nobody ever mentions the weather can
make or break your day
Nobody ever seems to remember life is a game we play
We live in the shadows and we had the chance and threw it away
And it's never gonna be the same
Cos the years are following by like the rain
And it's never gonna be the same
'Til the life I knew comes to my house and says
Hello
There ain't no sense in feeling lonely
They got no faith in you
But I've got a feeling you still owe me
So wipe the shit from your shoes
Nobody ever mentions the weather can make or break your day
Nobody ever seems to remember life is a game we play
We live in the shadows and we had the chance and threw it away
And it's never gonna be the same
Cos the years are following by like the rain
And it's never gonna be the same
'Til the life I knew comes to my house and says
Hello
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
It's good to be back
02 Roll With It (03:59)
You gotta roll with it.
You gotta take your time.
You gotta say what you say don't let anybody get in your way 'cause it's all too much for me to take.
Don't ever stand aside.
Don't ever be denied.
You wanna be who you'd be if you're comin' with me.
I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside.
I think I'm gonna take me away and hide.
I'm thinking things that I just can't abide.
I know the roads down which your life will drive. (life will drive)
I find the key that lets you slip inside. (slip inside)
Kiss the girl, she's not behind the door. (behind the door)
But you know I think I recognize your face, but I've never seen you before.
You gotta roll with it.
You gotta take your time.
You gotta say what you say don't let anybody get in your way 'cause it's all too much for me to take.
I know the roads down which your life will drive. (life will drive)
I find the key that lets you slip inside. (slip inside)
Kiss the girl, she's not behind the door. (behind the door)
But you know I think I recognize your face, but I've never seen you before.
You gotta roll with it.
You gotta take your time.
You gotta say what you say don't let anybody get in your way 'cause it's all too much for me to take.
Don't ever stand aside.
Don't ever be denied.
You wanna be who you'd be if you're comin' with me.
I think I've got a feeling I've lost inside. (so take me away) [x8]
03 Wonderwall (04:18)
Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you.
By now you should've somehow realized what you gotta do.
I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do, about you now.
Backbeat, the word is on the street that the fire in your heart is out.
I'm sure you've heard it all before but you never really had a doubt.
I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do, about you now.
And all the roads we have to walk are winding.
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding.
There are many things that I, would like to say to you but I don't know how.
Because maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all, you're my wonderwall.
Today was gonna be the day but they'll never throw it back to you.
By now you should've somehow realized what you're not to do.
I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do, about you now.
And all the roads that lead you there were winding.
And all the lights that light the way are blinding.
There are many things that I, would like to say to you but I don't know how.
I said maybe, you're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all, you're my wonderwall.
I said maybe, (I said maybe)
You're gonna be the one that saves me?
And after all, you're my wonderwall.
I said maybe, (I said maybe)
You're gonna be the one that saves me? (that saves me)
You're gonna be the one that saves me? (that saves me)
You're gonna be the one that saves me? (that saves me)
04 Don't Look Back in Anger (04:47)
Slip inside the eye of your mind,
Don't you know you might find, a better place to play.
You said that you'd never been,
But all the things that you've seen, will slowly fade away.
So I'll start a revolution from my bed, 'cause you said the brains I had went to my head.
Step outside, summertime's in bloom.
Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face.
You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out.
And so, Sally can wait. She knows it's too late as we're walking on by.
Her soul slides away; but don't look back in anger, I heard you say.
Take me to the place where you go, where nobody knows, if it's night or day.
But please don't put your life in the hands, of a rock 'n' roll band, who'll throw it all away.
I'm gonna start a revolution from my bed, 'cause you said the brains I had went to my head.
Step outside 'cause summertime's in bloom.
Stand up beside the fireplace, take that look from off your face, 'cause you ain't ever gonna burn my heart out.
And so, Sally can wait. She knows it's too late as she's walking on by.
My soul slides away; but don't look back in anger, I heard you say.
So, Sally can wait. She knows it's too late as we're walking on by.
Her soul slides away; but don't look back in anger, I heard you say.
So, Sally can wait. She knows it's too late as she's walking on by.
My soul slides away; but don't look back in anger,
Don't look back in anger,
I heard you say.
At least not today.
05 Hey Now! (05:41)
I hitched a ride with my soul by the side of the road; just as the sky turned black.
I took a walk with my fame down memory lane; I never did find my way back.
You know that I gotta say time's slipping away; and what will it hold for me?
What am I gonna do while I'm looking at you?
You're standing ignoring me.
I thought that I heard someone say now, there's no time for running away now,
hey now, hey now!
Feel no shame, 'cause time's no chain.
Feel no shame.
The first thing I saw as I walked through the door, was a sign on the wall that read:
It said you might never know that I want you to know, what is written inside of your head.
And time as it stands won't be held in my hands, or living inside of my skin.
And as it fell from the sky I asked myself "why, can I never let anyone in?"
I thought that I heard someone say now, there's no time for running away now,
hey now, hey now!
Feel no shame, 'cause time's no chain.
Feel no shame.
Feel no shame, 'cause time's no chain.
Feel no shame.
I hitched a ride with my soul by the side of the road; just as the sky turned black.
I took a walk with my fame down memory lane; I never did find my way back.
You know that I gotta say time's slipping away; and what will it hold for me?
What am I gonna do while I'm looking at you?
You're standing ignoring me.
I thought that I heard someone say now, there's no time for running away now,
hey now! [x10]
Feel no shame, 'cause time's no chain.
Feel no shame, 'cause time's no chain.
Feel no shame, 'cause time's no chain.
Feel no shame.
07 Some Might Say (05:28)
Some might say, that sunshine follows thunder. Go and tell it to the man who cannot shine.
Some might say, that we should never ponder; on our thoughts today 'cause they hold sway over time.
Some might say we will find a brighter day. Some might say we will find a brighter day.
'Cause I've been standing at the station, in need of education in the rain.
You made no preparation, for my reputation once again.
The sink is full of fishes; she's got dirty dishes on the brain.
It was overflowing gently, but it's all elementary my friend.
Some might say, they don't believe in Heaven. Go and tell it to the man who lives in Hell.
Some might say, you get what you've been given. If you don't get yours I won't get mine as well.
'Cause some might say we will find a brighter day.
Some might say we will find a brighter day.
'Cause I've been standing at the station, in need of education in the rain.
You made no preparation, for my reputation once again.
The sink is full of fishes; she's got dirty dishes on the brain.
And my dog's been itchin', itchin' in the kitchen once again.
Some might say. (some might say)
Some might say. (some might say)
You know what some might say. (you know what some might say) [x8]
Woo!
08 Cast No Shadow (04:51)
Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand what is in his hands. (what's in his hands)
He walks along the open road of love and life, surviving if he can. (surviving if he can)
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say.
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay.
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say.
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.
As they took his soul they stole his pride. (pride) [x3]
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.
Here's a thought for every man who tries to understand what is in his hands. (what's in his hands)
He walks along the open road of love and life, surviving if he can. (but only if he can)
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say.
Chained to all the places that he never wished to stay.
Bound with all the weight of all the words he tried to say.
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow.
As they took his soul they stole his pride. (pride) [x4]
As he faced the sun he cast no shadow. [x4]
09 She's Electric (03:40)
She's electric.
She's in a family full of eccentrics.
She's done things I've never expected, and I need more time.
She's got a sister, and God only knows how I've missed her, and on the palm of her hand is a blister, and I need more time.
And I want you to know, I've got my mind made up now, but I need more time. (time)
And I want you to say,
"Do you know what I'm saying?", (what I'm saying)
But I need more.
'Cause I'll be you and you'll be me,
There's lots and lots for us to see,
Lots and lots for us to do,
She is electric; can I be electric too?
She's got a brother; (a brother)
We don't get on with one another, but I quite fancy her mother, and I think that she likes me.
She's got a cousin; (a cousin)
In fact she's got 'bout a dozen. (a dozen)
She's got one in the oven, (the oven)
But it's nothing to do with me.
And I want you to know, I've got my mind made up now, but I need more time. (time)
And I want you to say,
"Do you know what I'm saying?", (what I'm saying)
But I need more.
'Cause I'll be you and you'll be me,
There's lots and lots for us to see,
There's lots and lots for us to do,
She is electric; can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?
Can I be electric too?
10 Morning Glory (05:04)
All your dreams are made, when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade.
Today's the day that all the world will see.
Another sunny afternoon.
Walking to the sound of my favorite tune; tomorrow never knows what it doesn't know too soon.
Need a little time to wake up.
Need a little time to wake up, wake up.
Need a little time to wake up.
Need a little time to rest your mind; you know you should so I guess you might as well.
What's the story morning glory?
Well?
You need a little time to wake up, wake up.
Well?
What's the story morning glory?
Well?
Need a little time to wake up, wake up.
All your dreams are made, when you're chained to the mirror and the razor blade.
Today's the day that all the world will see.
Another sunny afternoon.
Walking to the sound of my favorite tune; tomorrow never knows what it doesn't know too soon.
Need a little time to wake up.
Need a little time to wake up, wake up.
Need a little time to wake up.
Need a little time to rest your mind; you know you should so I guess you might as well.
What's the story morning glory? Well?
Need a little time to wake up, wake up.
Well?
What's the story morning glory? Well?
You need a little time to wake up, wake up.
Well?
What's the story morning glory? Well?
Need a little time to wake up, wake up.
Well?
What's the story morning glory? Well?
Need a little time to wake up, wake up.
12 Champagne Supernova (07:27)
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball.
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide,
In a champagne supernova in the sky.
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova,
A champagne supernova in the sky.
Wake up the dawn and ask her why,
A dreamer dreams, she never dies,
Wipe that tear away now from your eye.
Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball.
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide,
In a champagne supernova in the sky.
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova,
A champagne supernova.
'Cause people believe that they're gonna get away for the summer.
But you and I, we live and die, the world's still spinning around, we don't know why.
Why, why, why, why?
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
Slowly walking down the hall, faster than a cannonball.
Where were you while we were getting high?
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide,
In a champagne supernova in the sky.
Someday you will find me caught beneath the landslide, in a champagne supernova,
A champagne supernova.
'Cause people believe that they're gonna get away for the summer.
But you and I, we live and die, the world's still spinning around, we don't know why.
Why, why, why, why?
How many special people change?
How many lives are living strange?
Where were you while we were getting high?
We were getting high. [x9]
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Altre recensioni
Di Sallu
Ovviamente Wonderwall e Don't Look Back In Anger sono intoccabili, capolavori senza tempo.
Il grande successo di questo cd è meritato, ma da qui a dire che è un capolavoro senza tempo ce ne passa...
Di ste84
"Ti accorgi che non serve una conoscenza perfetta dello strumento per scrivere bellissime gemme acustiche come 'Wonderwall' e 'Cast No Shadow'."
"Io mi tengo i miei amati idioti che non scrivono delle 'canzonette' per idioti, bensì scrivono delle FANTASTICHE 'canzonette' per idioti."
Di juca
Ci troviamo di fronte ad un capolavoro assoluto, una pagina di storia, un simbolo dell'Inghilterra di metà anni '90.
Il pezzo più bello in assoluto della carriera del gruppo di Manchester è 'Don't Look Back In Anger', con un assolo assolutamente unico.
Di Lito
"Le 12 perle contenute nell'album ti entrano dentro come l'acqua e ti lasciano qualcosa che non puoi cancellare."
"'Wonderwall' è uno dei migliori brani della storia della musica, come detto dal mitico Paul McCartney."
Di matt89
Wonderwall, canzone fondamentale di tutto quel decennio insieme a Under the Bridge e Smells like teen spirit.
Nessun loro album ha mai contenuto una canzone così bella e sentimentale come Wonderwall e consacrato il brit-pop la ripresa del vecchio e vero rock di un tempo.
