Canto del cigno per i Rage Against The Machine. L’uscita di questo album (dicembre 2000) è infatti coincisa con lo scioglimento del gruppo... “Renegades” è un intero disco di cover registrate in passato da De La Rocha e company, e, come in molti dischi di questo genere, ci si imbatte in episodi più o meno graditi. Il sound è sempre quello forte e deciso di un tempo, anche se, in certi casi, lo stile RATM fa perdere lo smalto originario della canzone (vedi la versione di “Beautiful World” dei Devo).
Comunque sia, solo la cover live di “How I Could Just Kill A Man” dei Cypress Hill (suonata proprio insieme ai Cypress Hill) vale l’acquisto del disco, perché è davvero una figata, che vi consiglio di sentire e risentire. Un’altra ottima traccia è “Renegades Of Funk”, anch’essa trasformata dalla versione Afrika Bambataa in una “Rage Against The Machinata” che in questo caso risulta essere davvero originale. Atri artisti omaggiati dai 4 di Los Angeles sono Bob Dylan, The Stooges, Mc5 e soprattutto Bruce Springsteen, con un gran bel tributo all’immensa “The Ghost Of Tom Joad”.
Nel complesso il disco è quindi sufficiente, e molte persone, tra cui io, sono sprofondate nell'angoscia nel sapere che sarebbe stato l’ultimo atto di un fantastico gruppo, che più di ogni altro ha influenzato la musica alternative anni ’90. A voi non mancano i Rage Against The Machine? A me, vedendo cosa sono gli Audioslave, un casino...
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01 People of the Sun (02:44)
Yeah people come up
Yeah, we better turn tha bass up on this one
Check it,
Since fifteen-hundred and sixteen, minds attacked and overseen
Now crawl amidst the ruins of this empty dream
Wit their borders and boots on top of us
Pullin' knobs on the floor of their toxic metropolis
But how you gonna get what you need ta get?
Tha gut eaters, blood drenched get offensive like Tet
Tha fifth sun sets get back reclaim
Tha spirit of Cuauhtemoc, alive and untamed
Now face tha funk now blastin' out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came ta try and steal ya name
But now you got a gun, yeah this is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again
This is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again! Uh
Yeah, neva forget that tha wip snapped ya back
Ya spine cracked for tobacco, oh I'm the Marlboro man, uh
Our past blastin' on through the verses
Brigades of taxi cabs rollin' Broadway like hearses
Troops strippin' Zoots, shots of red mist,
Sailors blood on tha deck, come sista resist
From tha era of terror check this photo lens,
Now tha city of angels does the ethnic cleanse
Uh, heads bobbin' to tha funk out ya speaker, on tha one Maya, Mexica
That vulture came to try and steal ya name
But now you found a gun, you're history, this is for the people of the sun
It's comin' back around again!
This is for the people of the sun!
It's comin' back around again! Yeah!
Of the sun
02 No Shelter (04:11)
The main attraction - distraction
Got ya number than number than numb
Empty your pockets son; they got you thinkin that
What you need is what they sellin
Make you think that buyin is rebellin
From the theaters to malls on every shore
The thin line between entertainment and war
The frontline is everywhere, there be no shelter here
Speilberg the nightmare works so push it far
Amistad was a whip, the truth was feathered and tarred
Memory erased, burned and scarred
Trade in your history for a VCR
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin for
The thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
Hospitals not profitful
The market bulls got pockets full
To advertise some hip disguise
View the world from American eyes
The poor adore keep fiendin for more
The thin line between entertainment and war
They fix the need, develop the taste
Buy their products or get laid to waste
Coca-Cola is back in the veins of Saigon
And Rambo too, he got a dope pair of Nikes on
And Godzilla pure muthafuckin filler
Get your eyes off the real killer
Cinema, simulated life, ill drama
Fourth Reich culture - Americana
Chained to the dream they got you searchin for
The thin line between entertainment and war
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
There be no shelter here
The frontline is everywhere
American eyes, American eyes
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind
American eyes, American eyes
View the world from American eyes
Bury the past, rob us blind
And leave nothin behind
Just stare
Just stare
Just stare
Just stare
Relive the nightmare
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