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Primo live di questa claustrofobica band. Il progetto più azzeccato che Rotten poteva creare dopo i Sex.
Beh, una grande ammirazione va soprattutto a Wobble e Leven, la base del sound e dell'idea stilistica. "First Issue" è stato un grande passo in avanti per lo scarno punk che vi era fino a quel momento, anche se con "Metal Box" si arriva al miracolo. Basso dub profondo come pochi, linee sbilinche di chitarra e parti di batteria precise più di una drum machine.
Anche la voce di Lydon non si limita a urlare soltanto e a fare il ribelle, manco se fosse un hippy nel '67..Inizia a crescere e a individuare un timbro oscuro, alienante, che segnerà un'intera decade di produzioni, tanto che sarà chiamato anche dai Leftfield in "Open Up".
L'album risale al 1980, un anno prima dell'altro favoloso "Flowers Of Romance". Incendiano Parigi con classe e professionalità, come se suonassero già da vent'anni.
I brani sono riprodotti fedelmente agli originali, anche se possiedono il classico fascino del live. Ripropongono tutti i pezzi da novanta dei primi due lavori, pur scartando "Memories", "Albatross", "Death Disco" e "Public Image".
Si parte con la triviale "Theme", famoso incipit di "First Issue", dove ci si appresta a pestare piatti, rullanti e corde. Si ha un oscuro stato di trance grazie alla chitarra paralizzata nei feedback e al lamento angosciante di Lydon. Una prova che si assesta su alti livelli sin da subito, badando più alla dimensione noise che al muro di suono cacofonico dell'originale.
Non hanno paura di farsi staccare la corrente. Il secondo brano è "Chant". Anche qui, più scarnificata rispetto alla versione studio, e con Lydon che si dispera in questo tunnel di malsanità gratuita, ci riesce a intrigare immediatamente. "Careering" e "Bad Bady" sostengono il live con ottime esecuzioni. Lydon non sembra aver cali di voce, il resto della band si diverte cinicamente a stuprare il suono e il pubblico francese è molto di più che ipnotizzato e shockato.
Consapevoli della grandezza che stavano raggiungendo passo dopo passo concludono l'opera con la dolce ironia di "Poptones". Un album non da sottovalutare. Non pensate alla probabile bassa qualità dell'audio o ad un'acerba prestazione live di Lydon &J Co. Qui tutto è perfetto.
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01 Theme (08:37)
(scream)
Theme
Now I understand (ha, ha, ha)
Now I understand (ha, ha, ha)
Theme going on and on and on
It's not the same anymore
No, never, never no
Wish
Wish
Wish I could die
Now walk alone
Now walk in drain
Does not compute
Not a cliche
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
Random
There is only one reaction
You must never underestimate
And I wish I
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
Now understand
Now I understand
It doesn't matter no more
Another leap in the dark
I will survive
And I wish I could die
And I wish I could die
And I wish I
I wish I
I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
It's only excuses
Never mistaking
Rhyme or reason
No, never no never
And I wish I could die
And I wish I
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
I wish I could die
Understand
Theme's going on
On and on and on
I wish I could die
No, never no more
Does not compute
Walk alone out of the drain
It's not cliche
Wish I
Wish
Wish I could die
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
And I wish I could die
On and on and on and on
Will survive
I wish I could die
I will survive
I wish I could die
Understanding doesn't matter no more
Leap in the dark
I will survive
Wish I could die
Wish I could die
Wish I could die
Wish I could die
I just died
Terminal boredom
02 Chant (04:25)
Voice moaning in a speaker
Never really get too close
Only a gimmick pointed fingers
Never more serious sight
Wouldn't waste the effort on entertainment
Out of control - mob running wild
All you ever get is all you steal
Side of London that the tourists never see
Angle ambiance
Chant
(Mob, War, Kill, Hate)
(Love, War, Fear, Hate) YOU DECIDE!
Don't know why I bother
There's nothing in it for me
The more I see the less I get
The likes of you and me are
An embarrassment
Chant (mob, war, kill, hate)
It's not important
It's not worth a mention in The Guardian
Every librarian has its theory
Chant chant angle ambiance
Chant (mob, war, kill, hate)
Voice moaning in a speaker
Chant
03 Careering (07:11)
(scream)
Theme
Now I understand (ha, ha, ha)
Now I understand (ha, ha, ha)
Theme going on and on and on
It’s not the same anymore
No, never, never no
Wish
Wish
Wish I could die
Now walk alone
Now walk in drain
Does not compute
Not a cliche
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
Random
There is only one reaction
You must never underestimate
And I wish I
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
Now understand
Now I understand
It doesn’t matter no more
Another leap in the dark
I will survive
And I wish I could die
And I wish I could die
And I wish I
I wish I
I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
It’s only excuses
Never mistaking
Rhyme or reason
No, never no never
And I wish I could die
And I wish I
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
I wish I could die
Understand
Theme’s going on
On and on and on
I wish I could die
No, never no more
Does not compute
Walk alone out of the drain
It’s not cliche
Wish I
Wish
Wish I could die
And I wish I could die (ha, ha, ha)
And I wish I could die
On and on and on and on
Will survive
I wish I could die
I will survive
I wish I could die
Understanding doesn’t matter no more
Leap in the dark
I will survive
Wish I could die
Wish I could die
Wish I could die
Wish I could die
I just died
Terminal boredom
04 Bad baby (06:23)
Nearly ten thirty
I'm rising early
I've got an eye to buy the best
Before the rush
Someone left a baby
In the car part
Never any reason
Don't you listen
One more sob story
Some one is calling
Seen through the window
Calling through mirrors
Don't you listen
Don't interfere
Ignore it and
It will go away
Someone is calling
Don't you listen
Don't you listen
Someone is calling
Don't listen
Someone is calling
Don't you listen
Don't you listen
06 Attack (03:00)
I can see
I can see when our hands are tied
I was a victim when you lied
Attack
AttackAttackAttackAttack
I was a victim of your pride
I will survive
AttackAttackAttackAttack
You who smile back legislated
You who made me stupid hatred
AttackAttackAttackAttack
You who made me ignorant
You will face the consequence
Attack
Attack
You who sits on golden arses
Tinkering your cocktail glasses
You who smiled so politely
You who make us so unsightly
You who used your money taking
AttackAttackAttackAttack
You who tax and persecute
You who guarded all the loot
Attack
Attack
Attack
All our deals confiscated
Legaling with magistrate
Attack
Attack
Attack
You who buried me alive
I will survive
Attack
Attack
Attack
Destroy
Eliminate
Wipe out
Burn
Gave me your manure
Made me insecure
AttackAttackAttackAttack
Attack
07 Poptones (07:03)
Drive to the forest in a Japanese car
The smell of rubber on country tar
Hindsight done me no good
Standing naked in this back of the woods
The cassette played poptones
I can't forget the impression you made
You left a hole in the back of my head
I don't like hiding in this foliage and peat
It's wet and I'm losing my body heat
The cassette played poptones
This bleeding heart
Looking for bodies
Nearly injured my pride
Praise picnicking in the British countryside
Poptones
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