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Qualcuno forse si ricorderà di tempi antichi in cui l'internet era una landa sterminata e nuova. Tempi in cui si esploravano questi territori cibernetici a bordo di scassati modem a 56k su esili connessioni instabili e ballerine. Tempi in cui WinMx era l'avanguardia e la frontiera avanzava ogni giorno grazie ad eroi di cui non si parlerà mai abbastanza. Questi eroi, questi esseri apparentemente invulnerabili, questi loschi figuri, questi vigliacchi, erano i procacciatori di "CDscaricatiEmasterizzati", che rifilavano in giro a peso d'oro.
Data la mia natura di reazionario, ma soprattutto perchè i famosi "CDscaricatiEmasterizzati" aveveano una qualità ùrenda, ma soprattutto perchè i trapper mi stan sulle balle dai tempi di David Crockett, ho sempre evitato l'acquisto di alcunchè da questi personaggi (che gratis è un conto ma se devo pure pagare...). Tuttavia la merce veniva fatta circolare anche per altre vie, e una di queste era costituita dall'arte del baratto:
"Hai comprato l'ultimo Ciddì del tale?"
"Me lo presti?"
"Dai me lo presti?"
"Dai?"
Quando non finiva a schiaffi, magari si riusciva pure a portare a casa qualcosa di bello.
Un giorno il metallaro di turno della mia scuola mi fa: "Beccati questi qui, sembrano gli Iron Maiden", guardandomi con quell'aria compiaciuta di chi la sa lunga. Beh io mica dicevo di no a un Ciddì aggratis. Arrivo a casa e mi ascolto un po' il Ciddì in questione; subito due cose mi sono chiare:
1) il tizzio sarà pure stato un metallaro ma mi sa che non capiva un cazzo di metal
2) ah, il trhash (o trahsh? o trashh? o htrash?) medal, che territorio sconfinato: altro che l'internet!
Insomma, il disco in questione era "Under The Influence" dei newyorkesi Overkill e no: non c'entrano un cazzo con gli Iron Maiden.
Sul disco mi dilungherò poco: sembra di ascoltare un mischiuglio tra Megadeth e Anthrax (più per l'attitudine caciarona che per altro), con il basso tutto sommato in primo piano, un cantante stridulo e incazzato, brani non del tutto lineari e melodie a volte azzeccatissime.
Se mi si chiedesse i gruppi pià faighi del thrash meddal, a parte i soliti quattro, citerei nell'ordine Testament, Dark Angel e questi Overkill qui. Di questi Overkill qui consiglierei senz'altro di ascoltare "Under The Influence". Serve altro? Ma poi, chiccazzo sono io per consigliare alcunchè ad alcunchì?!
Per la cronaca: ho sempre apprezzato molto il verde chiaro su sfondo nero.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Shred (04:05)
Last time you saw me,
I was walking, out the door.
Got a nasty habit,
Comin'..., back for more.
Ain't just a threat no!
It's a promise, well kept.
So when all is said and done,
I came to shred...
Shred! Simply stated,
Shred! In a word.
Shred! Simply stated,
Shred!
Dirty little rumor, circulating round...
Spreadin' like the plague. in every little town.
Capturing the spirit! and goin' to the head.
Comin' from a blindspot,
Comin' out to shred! shred!
You know me...
Go!
Next time you see me!
I'll be walking, through that door.
And all those nasty habits,
Risin' up once more.
Here comes the promise,
In actions not said.
So make no bones about it...
I'm back to shred....!
You or me.
Shred! Simply.
Shred! Shred!
Shred! In a word...
Shred! Shred! Shred!
Shred!!! Shred!
03 Hello From the Gutter (04:13)
All those dreams and broken glass.
Swept down the sewer with the rest of the trash.
Never to be seen again.
Now you're makin' a home in a garbage can!!!
But here's a little story that I lived to tell.
Hello from the gutter!
Hello from our little hell...!
Wasted days, watsed nights.
Hypnotized by the city lights!
Another king, another queen.
Livin' in the shadows so they can't be seen!
Remember all the world lies at your feet.
And the big apple's rotten,
Rotten in the heat.
Hello! Hello!
Hello from the gutter.
Hello! Hello!
Hello from the gutter!!!
Hello! Hello!
Hello from the gutter.
Hello! Hello!
Hello from the gutter...!!!
Gutter child, sweet sixteen.
Broadway stars that have never been!!!
All those dreams and broken glass,
Swept down the sewer with the rest of the trash.
Well here's a little story that we lived to tell.
Hello from the gutter!
Hello from our little hell...!
Hello from the gutter.
Hello from the gutter. Hey!
Welcome the the gutter!
We've been expecting you!
05 Brainfade (04:09)
Spit it out, suck it in.
Let that genius flow.
All the answers to all the questions,
There's nothing you don't know.
Experience is an asset,
When you've done most anything.
Just call it intuition.
Just call it anything!
Watch him fade,
The jack of all trades.
Backed against the wall...!
Watch him fade,
He's quite afraid,
To contradict it all!
I know you like a book.
I know all the lies.
I know, that you know,
Your mouth is catchin' flies.
Blank expression, a burnt out bulb,
A thimble full of wit.
Endless stories never follow,
In short you're full of shit.
Watch him fade,
The jack of all trade.
Backed against that wall...
To an all but captive audience,
Watch out!
Here it comes!
Brainfade!
Take a minute to think,
Brainfade!
Stop flappin' your gums
Brainfade!
You're gettin' in deep.
Brainfade!
And I'm fallin' asleep.
When you're talkin' to me,
Brainfade!
It's easy to see,
Brainfade!
That what comes outta your mouth,
Brainfade!
I can't beleive!
"Hey you know, you ain't gonna beleive,
this is what really happened last night.
Vegas, I went out there, I went, I lost a hundred bucks.
I go all the way back to the RV, right?
I get back, I don't even drink any times.
I got another hundred bucks, I didn't wanna be screwed up.
I finally won all my money back. Unbeleivable... by the way,
what the hell did you guys do with all the towels?
I'm gonna have to explain this to the desk clerk."
Brain! fade!
Spit it out, suck it in.
Let that genius flow.
All the answers to all the questions,
There's nothing you don't know.
Blank expression, a burnt out bulb,
A thimble full of wit.
Endless stories never follow,
In short you're full of shit!!!
Watch him fade,
The jack of all trades.
Backed against the wall...!
Watch him fade,
He's quite afraid,
He'll contradict it all!
Watch him fade,
The jack of all trades.
Up against that wall...!
Watch him fade,
He's quite afraid,
He'll contradict it all!
06 Drunken Wisdom (06:17)
Stop cryin'.
Ain't feeling sorry for you.
Why don't you fade away?
Got no time.
No time for what I gotta do.
And get a message through.
Kiss my ass.
Your bitchin's a bore.
Don't wanna hear it no... more.
So stop cryin'.
Ain't feelin' nothing for you.
Don't like it there's the door.
Sorry if I'm not as nice as you could be!
Why don't you take the time to see?
That the world! does not revolve around only you.
And we got better things to do.
You're starvin'.
Just startin' to talk.
I think you know it all...
I'm sick.
I eat this shit everyday,
Why don't we give you a call.
Authoritative.
And a reason to live.
You answer questions for me..!
Opinionated.
With a brain like a sieve,
Why don't you let it be?
Come back here, drink our beer,
Bend my ear with no idea!
Wrong or right,
A true philosopher.
Defining our performance.
Why don't you get yourself a life?
Just get the fuck out.
We don't care, what they say,
We'll be there tommorrow! like we're here today.
And all the criticism in the world,
Won't change a note we play!!!
Mix it up, throw it down,
We came to play, not to mess around.
We don't care, what they say,
We'll be there tommorrow like we're here today.
Don't do it for the money.
Do it for the thrill.
True to life is what you get,
We're, livin' for the kill.
Drunken
Wisdom
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