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Sembrano i Backyard Babies! Questa è stata la prima reazione dopo aver ascoltato le prime due canzoni dell'album. tutto gasato passo alla terza (anzi quarta, con l'intro) canzone, Wild World. Parte un riff morbido à la Simple Plan per intenderci... Passata la delusione iniziale, ascolto questa canzone con più attenzione:
Passato il piccolo smarrimento, passo ad Enemies, la canzone successiva. E qui si capisce perfettamente l'ispirazione dei Powerman 5000: la canzone sembra un tributo ai Backyard Babies e al Street Punk Rock in generale. Stupenda. Dopo aver ascoltato le altre canzoni (tra le più belle All My Friends Are Ghosts e Walking Disaster) e dopo un piccolo intermezzo parlato di 25 secondi, c'è una sorpsresina, una canzone tipicamente country! E, ciliegina sulla torta, una canzone live, Heroes & Villains, la più pesante dell'album.
Alla fine, posso constatare che i Powerman sono passati dal vacchio stile ad un Rock'n'Roll di strada, reso benissimo. Spider One non perde un colpo nel cantato, la batteria è sempre precisa, il basso mai troppo invadente e i due chitarristi si fanno rispettare alla grande con ottimi riff e assoli (mai troppo lunghi).
Che altro dire? non si trova mai un attimo di noia, forse il primo singolo (e la song che da il nome all'album, Destroy What You Enjoy) è, probabilmente, la canzone più brutta, ripetitiva e poco ispirata, ma questa è solo un piccolo difetto in un vero e prorpio capolavoro. Se amate i Backyard Babies non potete farne a meno.
Qui di seguito la lista delle canzoni con la mia valutazione personale:
- Construction Of The Masses, Pt.1 [intro]
- Destroy What You Enjoy [**]
- Return To The City Of The Dead [***]
- Wild World [*****]
- Enemies [*****]
- Murder [*****]
- Now That's Rock 'n Roll [***]
- All My Fiends Are Ghosts [****]
- Walking Disaster [****]
- Who Do You Think You Are? [***]
- Construction Of The Masses, Pt.2 [intermezzo]
- Miss America [***]
- Heroes And Villains (Live) [****]
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10 Who Do You Think You Are? (03:01)
You don't wanna get crippled and cracked
But keep hanging on I'm gonna read the riot act
The truth is the truth a fact is a fact
And once you get gone you ain't coming back
I've head it all before just like and echo
So shut down the lights that's the end of the show
So take it from me it's time to let go
But there's one last thing that I need to know
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
I want to know before you gotta go
Who do you think you are?
It's time to relax just pull up a seat
You can't ever win 'cause you can't compete
I've been to every city on every street
I know all the people that you'd like to meet
Simple is the story there's no sub plot
Life ain't a movie it's just a snap shot
You try to do a little 'cause you can't do allot
So tell me again 'cause I just forgot
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
I want to know before you gotta go
Who do you think you are?
How does it feel to be one of the crowd?
Locked inside and you're never allowed
The sad truth of a life never lived
Is when it's over you've got nothing to give
(Come on! Alright! Again!)
Well there's one more thing that I need to know
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
I want to know before you gotta go
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
I want to know before you gotta go
Who do you think you are?
12 Miss America (04:01)
Fat people in shopping malls
Meet me at the big and tall
Not for sale but might be for rent
Raise up the flag on the circus tent
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria
You might miss America when it's gone
When it's gone
Crap movies and shit TV
We got it all most defiantly
Lots of drugs and lots of guns
But no one seems to be having much fun
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria
You might miss America when it's gone
When it's gone, when it's gone (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
Bring out your dead, let's see 'em smile
The last one left gets the top of the pile
Bring out your dead let's go for a walk
Everyone's afraid to throw the first rock
Bring out your dead, let's see 'em smile
The last one left gets the top of the pile
Bring out your dead let's go for a walk
Everyone's afraid to throw the first rock
Fire crack on the forth of July
You're dressing up in a suit and a tie
Starting wars all over the world
Nice place for a boy and a girl (that's right)
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America when it's gone
You might miss America, Paranoid hysteria
You might miss America when it's gone
When it's gone, when it's gone (yeah, yeah, yeah!)
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