Dunque mi accingo a recensire quello che secondo me, è uno dei due migliori dischi del combo newyorkese. Risale al '95 e i due chitarristi sono nuovi: Joe Comeau (anche alla voce ed ex Anihillator) e Sebastian Marino.
La prima song è "Battle". Un inizio di ecellente thrash metal da head banging. Le due nuove leve se la cavano egregiamente e la velenosa voce dello storico Blitz è sempre bella acida. La seconda song è "God-Like": ha un inizio velocissimo e disordinato che però si assesta e sfocia in riff cadenzati in pieno stile Overkill (che acchiappano parecchio). La canzone si mantiene comunque ad un ritmo bello veloce, rotto da un dialogo (altrettanto incalzante) fra le due chitarre: ecezionale. Poi si passa a "Certifiable", uno dei pezzi più belli secondo me. Ti porta ad un head banging sfrenato, e i suoi versi sono tutti da cantare. L'apogeo si raggiunge con i le parole: "let me in (colpo di chitarra) you ar' better (altro colpo di strumenti) in (colpo) motherfuker!!!!" e il successivo micidiale assolo.
Si passa poi alla sabbathiana e quanto mai catartica e oscura "Burn You Down/To Ushes". Il brano si sviluppa in un mortifero doom metal che successivamente esplode in uno sludge/thrash non troppo sludge e molto thrash. Brano molto ben costruito ed efficace. Una sferzata ci risveglia dalla catarsi: è la veloce "Let Me Shut That For You" con la sua doppia cassa e la carica da orco di cori selvaggi. Mette a ferro e fuoco i vostri timpani con tre soli momenti di pausa divisi l'uno dall'altro da frustate di palm muting. Seguono degli assoli quasi progressive e il tutto finisce con la solita carica da orco che ha caratterizzato la maggior parte del brano. Dopo ciò si passa ad un crossover thrash/rap al vetriolo. E' "Bold Face Pagan Stomp" dove Blitz sputa quasi blaterando le acide parole rese incomprensibili. Un altro brano ottimamente riuscito. Segue la strumentale "Feeding Frezyng" dove fa bella mostra il basso dell'eccellente D.D.Verni. Un altro colpo a segno per gli Overkill.
Passiamo poi a "The Cleansing". La parte vocale di questo pezzo è estremamente particolare: Blitz fa vibrare la sua voce da mostriciattolo in maniera inconsueta, come per allungarne il suono. Il che la rende ancora più acida e velenosa. Per il resto è un ottimo pezzo thrash suonato maledettamente bene. "The Morning After/Private Bleeding" è una ballatona con tanto di sintetizzatore. Ci si rilassa le meningi e ci si commuove con un doppio cantato acido/normale corale ed efficace. Melodica e bellissima. I giochi si chiudono con "Cold, Hard Fact" canzone dall'inizio "alla Nirvana" che si sviluppa in un thrash tagliente che pesta e taglia quando deve e si mostra melodico in certi momenti. La batteria si fa tuttuno con le chitarre e il basso svolge un ottimo lavoro. Per non parlare degli assoli che arrivano veloci uno dopo l'altro, preludendo un climax. Questo con un crescendo di accordi ci porta alla seconda parte del brano e quindi alla fine del disco.
Nessun passo falso dunque, in questo album che con "Horrorscope" incorona gli Overkill come una delle migliori thrash-metal band del movimento.
Elenco tracce e testi
01 Battle (04:31)
It's not like you can just kill me. - woman
Actually, it's a lot like that. - man
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
Who who who ya gonna screw?
Play it like ya really bad.
Fire!!!
Wanna wanna be the man.
Doin' everything ya can.
Play it like ya really bad
Tired!!!
Can I intrest you in nothin'? will you buy my disease?
You can take what you want,
You can have what you need.
Can I intrest you in nothing' ya I think you'll be pleased.
If you're lookin' for war, open the 1, 2, 3,
Door!
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Play it like you're really big,
Bleedin' like a stuck pig,
Don't matter!!!
No one loves ya baby now without sayin' please.
You got blood on your hands,
You got dirt on your knees.
Can I offer you salvation, yeah I thing you'll agree,
You're about to fall.
About to fall
The battle, The war! The battle.
Inside job, ya got a revolution, yeah,
Napolean had less rage.
Self made mob,
Ya need an institution,
Yeah, ya need a full time cage.
Why do you stay here?
Why do you roam?
Kaos feed the big man...
He ain't going home. Ain't going home.
It's not like you can just kill me
Disciple of Kaos,
A self made man.
Disciple of Kaos,
That's what I am.
Disciple of Kaos,
The silent roar,
Disciple of Kaos,
Open the 1, 2, 3 war!
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
WHo who who ya gonna screw?
Whatcha whatcha gonna do?
02 God-Like (04:11)
I'm your crucifix, your burning light.
I'm the perfect mix, of wrong and right.
I'm your full blown blue eyed devil,
It's my nature to deceive.
You're the classic lost example,
With a need to beleive, need to beleive.
You want to
Walk in God-like.
Immune to dyin',
What was I thinkin' as I bent my knee and hailed!?
Walk in God-like.
Immortal cryin',
What were you thinking as you took the hammer
in your hand and nailed?
I'm your black book, thatcha live by.
I'm the fisherman's hook, that ya kill by.
I provide your inner peace,
Faith in complication.
I provide the means the tools,
For blessed devistation.
Now you're closer to
I'm your crucifix, I'm your black book.
I'm your crucifix, Your holy black book.
I'm your crucifix, I'm your black book.
I'm your crucifix, Read your black book!
Like lambs to the slaughter, they come!
Like men in need of water, they come!
I'm your full blown blue eyed devil!
It's my nature to deceive!
You're the classic lost example with a need to beleive!
Need to beleive!
Walk in Godlike!
03 Certifiable (03:25)
I'm comin' home, comin' home to you.
'Cause you can't live, without me.
Who left the door the window gate locked?
Who did the didn't want me in?
Way back when I was just a psychopath,
C'mon c'mon c'mon and let me in!
Whoa! They tell me I'm insane.
Whoa! Just something with my brain.
I'm a good boy now, good boy now!
Certifiable.
I'm a good boy now, good boy now!
I know I know I know you're in there,
I know that murder is a sin,
I know I'm better than I ever was,
C'mon c'mon c'mon now let me in!
You know I'm the same,
You know I havn't changed.
What you done!
Just ain't right but I thought of you!
Every night,
It was a painful as a human bite, but we'll be together again.
An' I know that you've been thinkin' of me,
cause you want it the way it used to be,
So leave the light on so I can see and you better let me in!
You better! Let me! In!
Mother fucker!
Whoa! They tell me I'm insane.
Whoa! They tell me nothing's changed.
Whoa! But you that I'm sane.
Whoa! But you know that I've, changed.
Good boy now
Good boy.
05 Let Me Shut That for You (05:19)
Here come Mr. 'I ain't like that', Mr. 'You can count on me'.
Here come evolution, walkin' with stupidity.
Waste a' time, waste a' my time.
Give it up, lay it down, play the bottom line.
Waste a' time, waste a' prime time.
Hey! Let me shut that for you.
There go no-one get over me, Mr. 'Not behind your back',
Muthafucka got a larger than life, full a' shit, short a' fact.
There's a kind of hush all over the world... tonight,
All over the world, you can hear the sound.
Know what I mean?
Sit down, and shut up.
Sit the fuck down, and shut the fuck up.
Stoop muthafucka gettin' under my skin.
Runnin' away with that mouth again,
Ah ah ah got nothin' better to do,
S.M.F. let me shut that for you!
Waste a' time, waste a' my time.
Give it up, lay it down, play the bottom line.
Waste a' time, waste a' prime time.
Hey! Shut the fuck up!
06 Bold Face Pagan Stomp (05:42)
It's a hit hit can ya take a hit? On your belly up, suffer me this. Like a shot down, knock down, On your back down take a hit? Suffer me this. Ya get up down, can ya walk talk, Hit hit? suffer me this. Can I ease your pain pain, Ease the change I'm the same hit? Suffer suffer me this. Yeah! Hit Hit Hit! Suffer me this! Watcha do when ya thinkin' of you? With ya brain wrapped up down deep in ya rubba-head. Ya open wide with the mob on ya side and everybody stompin' everybody gonna see the red. Put on ya bold face. Put on ya cold place. Harder they come, go!, harder they fall Down! Down! Hard! Size eleven waffles 'bout the neck and head honey. Welcome to the garbage dump. Gimme what ya live for, gimme all your money! Bold face pagan stomp. Bold face pagan stomp! Come a kick kick in the dick kick, Gonna make ya sick kick, suffer you that! Come the blood spills, get ya kick thrills, On a will kill? Suffer you pain. In a pac wac, got a two on one track, On a hit n' run smack, suffer you that! Not tho be the romp or the kick kick whap stomp Stomp stomp stomp Suffer you that! Yeah yeah yeah... Hit! Kick! Stomp! Yeah yeah yeah... Hit! Hit! Yeah yeah yeah... Hit! Kick! Hit! Suffer suffer you that. Harder they come, go!, harder they fall, go! Down! Down! Hard! Hit! Hit! Hit hit! Knows his religeon and he knows it well! The doctrine that he follows send him straight to hell. He's side stompin' judgement, step ahead of the last, Edict from the judges stating 'this too shall... pass.'
08 The Cleansing (05:50)
Cool muthafucka in a deep blue sea,
I said I loose my mind.
Cool muthafucka in through what I see,
I said that I don't mind.
He said walk on through, we been waitin' for you,
There's a place set at the table...
Welcome, home is where the heart is,
And since ya been gone my heart's been broke in two.
Your return among the strangest see,
Your life's gone through some changes,
Don't recognise... you...
Don't don't don't don't don't recognise...
Down home to the cool cool water...
Down home to the cleansing water...
Cool muthafucka said I know your name,
But do ya know your god?
Cool muthafucka said I had your pain,
Ya, then I blew my wad.
My god made love and my god made pain,
I feel at home among the insane,
I see sunshine in the pourin' rain,
Welcome home oh yes I recognise you...
See ya been rearranged to suit,
And you know we'll never change,
What they put ya through....
What they put, what they put, what they putcha...
Move it to the right now.
Jesus cleanse me, can you hear him? Jesus cleanse me now...
10 Cold, Hard Fact (05:19)
Here it come.
I said here it comes.
Here it come.
I'm push n' pulln', back and forth and gain no ground.
A knockin' down n' pound pound pound! Huh.
a kickin' screamin', wac duct taped to make no sound.
A sittin still to take the pow
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!
Bring it!
Longer you live, you get what you give... what you're reaping...
First out alive, is the one to survive... you are creeping...
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes.
A kiss my ass n' born to loose. Huh.
Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on P.D.
All tied up in misery... pow
Passing the buck as you run outta luck... you are weeping...
Crossing the line, as you run out of time... are you creeping...?
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back yeah!
Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back yeah!
Said yea jerk gonna put it in ya put it in ya!
Going down hard with a bang bang bang shot!
11 Cornucopia (04:47)
[BLACK SABBATH (Iommi/Butler/Osbourne/Ward)] Too much in the truth they say Keep it 'till another day Let them have their little game Illusion helps to keep them sane Let them have their little toys Fast sports cars and motor noise Exciting in their plastic place Frozen food in a concrete maze You're gonna go insane I'm trying to save your brain I don't know what's happening My head's all torn inside People say I'm heavy They don't know what I hide Take a life, it's going cheap Kill someone, no one will weep Freedom's yours, just pay your dues We just want your soul to use You're gonna go insane I'm trying to save your brain
12 Tyrant (04:01)
[JUDAS PRIEST (Tipton/Halford)]
Behold 'tis I the commander
Whose grip controls you all
Resist me not, surrender
I'll no compassion call
(Tyrant) Capture of humanity
(Tyrant) Conqueror of all
(Tyrant) Hideous destructor
(Tyrant) Every man shall fall
Your very lives are held between my fingers
I snap them and you cower down in fear
You spineless things who belly down to slither
To the end of the world you follow to be near
(Tyrant) Capture of humanity
(Tyrant) Conqueror of all
(Tyrant) Hideous destructor
(Tyrant) Every man shall fall
Mourn for us oppressed in fear
Chained and shackled we are bound
Freedom choked in dread we live
Since Tyrant was enthroned
I listen not to sympathy
Whilst ruler of this land
Withdraw your feeble aches and moans
Or suffer smite from this my hand
(Tyrant) Capture of humanity
(Tyrant) Conqueror of all
(Tyrant) Hideous destructor
(Tyrant) Every man shall fall
Mourn for us oppressed in fear
Chained and shackled we are bound
Freedom choked in dread we live
Since Tyrant was enthroned
My legions faithful unto death
I'll summon to my court
And as you perish each of you
Shall scream as you are sought
(Tyrant) Capture of humanity
(Tyrant) Conqueror of all
(Tyrant) Hideous destructor
(Tyrant) Every man shall fall
Carico i commenti... con calma
Altre recensioni
Di sinaftersin
"The Killing Kind è un disco finalmente maturo, consapevole, che sa bene dove vuole portare l'ascoltatore."
"Un test passato con successo, quello degli Overkill al loro ennesimo cambio di formazione."
