• Voto:
Amore… Una castagna di carne che sigilla un grugno. Questa, la copertina, il senso e le emozioni della musica che scrissi 14 anni fa; fu questo il miglior episodio di trash nonostante il pieno furore Grunge di Seattle. Violenta melodia e melodia violenta.
Con le parole dell’ex amico Phill sono nati così fulgidi siluri a sei corde, anni luce superiori a quegli de nostri compari Prong: “Mounth for War”, “Walk”, "By Demons be Driven", ovvero 3 pilastri equestri della musica trash. Un po’ inferiori, ma pur sempre adamnatine “A New Level” e “No Good (Attack the Radical)” (anche se la tentazione era forte, quest’ultima non era un’invettiva a quel politicastro IataloAlbanese dal nome Pannella). Eppoi quell’iconografia vocale della copertina: “FUKIN’ HOSTILEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”; l’apoteosi dello stadio brado reso musica; quante volte, o vile volgo comune, avresti voluto emulare l’amico Phill, con quell’urlo? Dinanzi allo stronzo in tre pezzi ingabbiato nel suo cappio vellutato mentre ti storce il naso in banca, o magari al supermercato quando ultimo in una fila di 23 persone alle 19 45 di sera, drappeggi sull’orlo dell’ebollizione, dopo che il tuo capo ti ha spremuto come le tette di Sandra Milo. Invece, “This Love” no… ”This Love” l’ho scritta solo per te, amore… (anche se l’amico Phill, poi mi ha cambiato le strofe all'ultimo momento con un testo, per la verità, ben poco sincero…), ma nella musica... beh nella musica ci sei tu, con la tua dolcezza in quell’arpeggio claustrofobico, che però dopo un po’ esplode in violenza, violenza e VIULENZA… (“YOU KEEP THIS LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, YOU KEEP THIS LOVE…”).
Ma anche lì ho pensato a te, amore… quando mi ricordavi quella baltracca di tua madre, beh allora mi veniva davvero voglia di battezzarti a suon di cartoni, brutta squinzia bastarda isterica succhiacazzi… Dico, ma con tutte le suocere che ci sono, proprio una come tua madre doveva capitarmi? Ecco perché l’ho fatto amore… Del resto, dopo l’uscita di “Far Beyond Driven” gli affari non rifiorivano più e la mia nuova band, i Damageplan, sinceramente mi aveva già stufato… poi tutti quei concerti in quei postacci… non ne potevo davvero più… Ecco perché, dopo anni ed anni che tua madre invidiosa del mio lavoro, mi supplicava di salire sul palco, finalmente, sfruttando la pesantezza dei suoi tratti maschiuti, ho colto la palla al balzo… e così, un po’ di trucco, luci soffuse, pizzetto e baffi posticci (è bastato accentuarli), chitarra ed io nascosto dietro le quinte a suonare, via come bersaglio (poco) mobile… con la speranza che l’amico Rex (no, no, non il cane - anzi quasi... visto come suonava il basso… - il mio ex collega nei Pantera… anche il suo non era un buon periodo, poiché era costretto a lavorare come fornaio per arrotondare il grano) tra il pubblico trovasse lo psicopatico di turno da aizzare contro il chitarrista che si era scopato sua moglie… E così finalmente, giunse il giorno tanto atteso… BANGBANGBANG!!!!… tua madre (alias io) secca come una pera cotta, io uomo libero, le vendite dei pantera impennate ed io e te in quest’isola semisconosciuta del pacifico con una nuova vita…
L’amico Zakk che mi dedica il suo ultimo cd, e così con i soldi smezzati, finalmente abbiamo potuto aprire la rosticceria che tanto sognavi… liberiliberiliberi e lontani… perdonami amore però se ogni tanto riprendo in mano la chitarra… ma è un vizio, un maledetto vizio… qualche volta mortale…
R.I.P. Darrell Abbott
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Mouth for War (03:57)
Revenge
I'm screaming revenge again
Wrong
I've been wrong for far too long
Been constantly so frustrated
I've moved mountains with less
When I channel my hate to productive
I don't find it hard to impress
(Pre) Bones in traction
Hands break to hone raw energy
Bold and disastrous
My ears can't hear what you say to me
(Chorus) Hold your mouth for the war
Use it for what it's for
Speak the truth about me
Determined
Possessed
I feel a conquering will down inside me
Strength
The strength of many to crush
Who might stop me
My strength is in number
And my soul lies in every one
The releasing of anger can better any medicine under the sun
(Pre)
(Chorus)
There comes a time within everyone to close your eyes to
what's real
No comprehension to fail
I vacuum the wind for my sail
Can't be the rest
Let others waste my time
Owning success is the bottom line.
Like a knife into flesh
After life is to death
Pulling and punching the rest of duration
No one can piss on this determination
02 A New Level (03:57)
Now a new look in my eyes my spirit rise
Forget the past
Present tense works and lasts
Got shit on
Pissed on
Spit on
Stepped on
Fucked with
Pointed at by lesser men
(Pre) New life in place of old life
Unscarred by trials
(Chorus) A new level of confidence and power
Demanding plea for unity between us all --
United stand
Death before divided fall
In mock military order
Vulgar
Power
Impatient
Because time is shorter
(Pre)
(Chorus)
No fucking surrender
Can't lose
Life kills
03 Walk (05:14)
Can't you see I'm easily bothered by persistence?
One step from lashing out at you
You want in to get under my skin and call yourself a friend
I've got more friends like you, what do I do?
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time
Re, spect, walk
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
Run your mouth when I'm not around, it's easy to achieve
You cry to weak friends that sympathize
Can you hear the violins playing your song?
Those same friends tell me your every word
Is there no standard anymore?
What it takes, who I am, where I've been, belong
You can't be something you're not
Be yourself, by yourself, stay away from me
A lesson learned in life, known from the dawn of time
Re, spect, walk
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
Re, spect, walk
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
No way punk!!!
Re, spect, walk
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
Re, spect, walk
What did you say?
Re, spect, walk
Are you talking to me?
Are you talking to me?
Walk on home boy!!!
04 Fucking Hostile (02:48)
Almost every day, i see the same face
on broken picture tube, it fits the attitude.
If you could see yourself, you'd put you on a shelf
your verbal masturbate, promise to nauseate.
Today I'll play the part of non-parent,
not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself.
Not lie and make you believe what's evil is making love and
making friends and meeting God your own way ...the right way.
(Chorus)
To see, to bleed cannot be taught
In turn, you're making us
Fucking Hostile
We stand alone
The truth in right and wrong, the boundaries of the law,
you seem to miss the point, arrested for a joint?
You seem to wonder why hundreds of people die,
you're writing tickets man, my mom got jumped they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant,
to serve and protect by the Law and the State.
I'd bust the punks that rape steal and murder
and leave you be, if you crossed me.
I'd shake your hand like a man ...not a God!
(Chorus)
Come meet your maker boy, somethings you can't enjoy.
Because of Heaven/Hell, a fucking wive's tale.
They put it in your head, then put you in your bed.
He's watching - say your prayers.
'cause God is everywhere.
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood,
who's about to take the ultimate test in life.
I'd question things because I am human,
and call no one my father who's no closer than a stranger.
I won't listen !!
(Chorus)
05 This Love (06:32)
If ever words were spoken,
painful and untrue.
I said I loved,
but I lied.
In my life,
All I wanted,
was the keeping (of someone like you)
As it turns out,
deeper within me,
love was twisted and pointed at you.
- Never ending pain. Quickly ending life -
(Chorus)
You keep this Love (Thing), Love (Child), Love (Toy)!
You keep this Love (Fist), Love (Scar), Love (Break)!
You keep this Love!
Love!
Love!
You keep this Love!
Love!
Love!
You keep this Love!
I'd been tempting one,
stole her from herself.
This gift in pain,
her pain was life.
And sometimes,
I feel so sorry,
I regret this (hurting of you)
But you made me...so unhappy,
I'll take my life (and leave love with you)
- I'd kill myself for you. I'd kill you for myself -
(Chorus)
You keep this Love Thing, Love Child, Love Toy!
You keep this Love Fist, Love Scar, Love Break!
You keep this Love!
Love!
Love!
You keep this Love!
Love!
Love!
You keep this Love!
No .. more .. head ..trips!!
06 Rise (04:36)
We've got no time to lose
Your news is old news
Hate this, hate me, hate this
Right approach for the wrong
It's time to spread the word
Let the voice be heard
All of us, one of us, all of us
Dominate and take the motherfucking world
[Pre-Chorus]
Mass prediction, unification
Breathing life into our lungs
EVERY creed and EVERY kind
To give us depth for strength
Taught when we're young to hate one another
It's time to have a new reign of power
Make pride universal so no one gives in
Turn our backs on those who oppose
Then when confronted we ask them the question
That's wrong with their mind?
What's wrong with your mind?
[Chorus]
It's time to RISE, RISE, RISE
It's time to RISE
We've lived with past mistakes
And we've lived with our own
Forgive, forget forgive
Be a man, not a child
There are to tears for peace
Of the common sympathies
Educate, reinstate, educate
A thing of past
The trouble in the states
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
(Guitar Solo)
[Pre-Chorus]
[Chorus]
07 No Good (Attack the Radical) (04:49)
In the states
There's a problem with race
Because of ignorant past burned fires
From evolution
We've been killing each other
I figure man should have it down to a science
No chance
Not for a minute
Not for a second
I won't be defensive
I'm straight out in my opinion
You'd better listen to a man who knows what he is saying
I've seen your side
You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior
Be superior
And know your interior
Race, pride, prejudice
Black man, white man
No stand
Live in the past
We make it last
A hated mass
No solution
Mind pollution
For revolution
So low behold my eyes
This land of fools will rise
No good
For no one
You blame oppression and play the role of criminals
To rape and burn show progress is minimal
White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity
Living, breathing
Violence in your city
If one man
Had one home
In one world
He'd live alone without variety
Full of anxiety
No one to point at, question
Or even talk to -- in his private grave
No matter what color
He wouldn't be saved from hell
He dwells
A closed mind playing the part of prison cells
Race, pride, prejudice
Black man, white man
No stand
Live in the past
We make it last
A hated mass
No solution
Mind pollution
For revolution
So low behold my eyes
This land of fools will rise
No good
For no one
09 Regular People (Conceit) (05:27)
I've trampled on that road
That you think you own
You had that smartass attitude
It's time to stop the fiction
I live it every day
While your mind's far away
I'm out here putting pride on the line
And you case on me with pure respect
One change
At one thing
Hard time is coming
My time, your pain
I reign on you
(pre-chorus)
You think you own
I take away
Take it with me
You think you own
I take away
Make it my own
(chorus)x2
Most regular people would say, "It's hard!'
And any streetwise son of a bitch knows
Don't fuck with this!
Then so many times
You practiced in the mirror
To be just like me
but you just can't see
(you ain't got the balls, son)
I fight for love of brother
Your friends fight one another
You can't see because your head's up your ass
And just in case you think your bad
I crush your rush
I rule, you fool
I'm immovable stone in your world of weak--
I speak!
(pre chorus)x2
(chorus)x2
(solo)
(chorus)x2
Don't fuck with this!
10 By Demons Be Driven (04:40)
Serving the faith
Abduction the oath
It lie in wait for the offering
Religion is old
For drawing the young
Purity withers and dies
Never return to the ones that provided
Children draining parents of will
I hold out my hand to bloodless child
I'm taken by the one I was saving
From death
(Chorus)
By demons be driven x2
Beckon the call x8
With decline in mind
End not far
We're left hanging alone here
He pulls us from nails
Shatters our bones
Leaving us crippled and strewn
Boiling my corpse in the blood of his children
Praying for his god to prevail
Burying us with loved ones
To sleep with shelled children of the sixth dimension
(Chorus)
11 Hollow (05:48)
What's left inside him?
Don't he remember us?
Can't he believe me?
We seemed like brothers
Talked for hours last month
About what we wanna be
I sit now with his hand in mine
But I know he can't feel...
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
I'm close with his mother
And she cries endlessly
Lord how we miss him
At least what's remembered
It's so important to make best friends in life
But it's hard when my friend sits with blank expressions
No one knows
What's done is done
It's as if he were dead
He as hollow as I alone now
He as hollow as I alone
A shell of my friend
Just flesh and bone
There's no soul
He sees no love
I shake my fists at skies above
Mad at God
He as hollow as I converse
I wish he'd waken from this curse
Hear my words before it's through
I want to come in after you
My best friend
He as hollow as I alone
Carico i commenti... con calma
Altre recensioni
Di cliffburton86
Il sound è sempre lo stesso, targato PANTERA! Un suono infuocato, esplosivo, che genera il cosiddetto pogo.
Dopo aver ascoltato questo pezzo, vi verrà la voglia (per la gioia di Coppino), di distruggere tutto ciò che vi circonda!
Di jackpizzello
porca miseria puttana infame che cazzo di schifo di album di merda del cazzo della puttana troia della mamma di dimebag darrell!
lo tengo a tutto volume in modo da sentirlo dal cesso in caso di violenta stitichezza, altro che le purghe di mussolini!
Di thetrooper
"Il migliore album della band e il migliore in assoluto degli anni 90"
"Una formula unica ed irripetibile ai giorni d'oggi"
Di TheBoss
Solo dal nome "Pantera" si capisce che il suono non è affatto rilassante.
Questo album è degno di essere comprato dagli amanti del Buon Metal.
Di Teocose
"Un precedente importante per i riff metal a venire."
"La parte finale in cui Phil Anselmo urla arrabbiato con dio per la perdita dell'amico porta grandi emozioni."
