"Rancid", datato 1993,  è il primo ed omonimo CD di questa straordinaria band, formatasi a Berkeley dopo una specie di riunione di 3 grandi amici che fino ad allora si erano ritrovati a forgiare il proprio talento in differenti punk/ska band locali. Questi giovani ragazzi sono: Tim Armstrong alla chitarra, Matt Freeman al basso e Brett Reed alla batteria. L'obbiettivo principale era quello di comporre buona musica in grado di riempire di energia e soddisfazione le proprie vite e quelle degli amanti del genere. Il risultato è altamente sorprendente, 16 pezzi tutti tiratissimi contornati da un suono grezzo e caparbio.

Le canzoni migliori, a mio parere, sono "Rats In The Hallway", in cui Tim decide di usare la propria chitarra come se fosse un fucile, lasciandosi anche ad andare in un caloroso assolo, e "Rejected" in cui il terzetto mette a fuoco tutto il proprio potenziale. Le altre canzoni trascinanti sono "Adina", la traccia punk-rock che fa d'apertura, "Detroit" e "Hyena" nelle quali si esprime al massimo il virtuoso Matt attraverso i suoi maestosi giri, "Whirlwind" e l'oscura "Another Night". Le restanti songs sono anch'esse molto significative anche se minori rispetto alle già citate.

Questo album, davvero incredibile essendo solo un esordio, è vivamente consigliato a tutti coloro che amano il punk puro e non le solite canzoncine pulite. L'unico difetto, se si vuole interpretare in questo modo, è quello di aver creato delle strutture che in alcuni frangenti sono molto simili tra loro. In fine bisogna fare un elogio a Tim e a Matt, che sono stati capaci di sopperire con una disinvoltura impressionante la mancanza di una seconda chitarra. L'inizio è ottimo, il futuro?

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01   Don Giovanni (00:35)

You're making enemies
Like Don Giovanni
You're making enemies
Like Don Giovanni
Don killed Anya's father in a brutal swordfight
The old man regrouped and came back from the dead
You're making enemies
Like Don Giovanni
You're making enemies
Like Don Giovanni
Well the old man came back from the dead and dragged
Don Giovanni to hell
So don't fuck with me..kid!

02   Disgruntled (01:00)

If the police come and tromp the state
And there's a strait crisis and maley
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
Reflect something of course you descend
Fighting conflict, running fugitive
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
And gradually arodes world technology
Let go, let go, let go, disgruntled
If the police come and tromp the state
And there's a strait crisis and maley

03   It's Quite Alright (01:29)

I can tell you how it'll go down
But only you can tell me how it'll end
All systems can stop right here
And all we are is pretend
So many things can be a mystery
And all we are seekin' is freedom
We realize Mr. Reality
I'm gonna be there to greet him

It's alright
It's quite alright with me

When ignorance manifests like that
It's hard to stop
Underdeveloped: don't lose your balance
And then take a divine drop
And if you find my name in regards to danger
I urge you all to take heed
Causation, the end of the world
Will set me free

And that's alright
It's quite alright with me
Yeah, with me

04   Let Me Go (03:13)

05   I Am Forever (01:03)

I am forever is what he said
Lost in a dream he never had

Doors burst open, doors slam shut
The key to change is time

He said my dear mother, I let you down
No one wants to be a burden on a loved one

Doors burst open, doors slam shut
The key to change is time

Riding the freight train
All the while you're building the fuckin' tracks

06   Poison (01:17)

Like Chaucer's
Canterbury Tales
When three men find a pot of gold
And end up killing one another in the name of greed

Some people are poison
Under my skin like opium
I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Well, they're poison
Yeah, they're poison

Admissions of liabilities
I'm livin' in my own private cold war
In a room full of spies
And I can't find the door

Some people are poison
Under my skin like opium
I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Well, they're poison
Yeah, they're poison

The violent aspects of the tattered man
Let me respond to that if I can
Illuminated manuscripts written by hand
Accusations have been made from the very beginning

Some people are poison
Under my skin like opium
I'll stare in their eye to annoy them
Well, they're poison
Yeah, they're poison
Yeah, their fuckin'... POISON

07   Loki (00:47)

Set out to mislead, sets out to murder
False appearance is everything to him
Is he good today or is he evil
In a violent craze, spewing words of madness

It can go either way, you never know
Conditioned to deceive and that's how he likes it
With all the guns going off, who can say no to the guy
Watch out, who's fuckin' next

'Cause Loki's playin' tricks again

Loki's playin' tricks again
x3

08   Blackhawk Down (01:41)

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu,
American government issue

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

Conflict in Somalia,
Never came to an end
Strife in Sudan,
Ongoing contention
Battle in Sierra Leone
Hostilities in The Congo,
Who drew up the coup
Explosions at zero,
EXPOLOSIONS AT ZERO!

Blackhawk down
Blackhawk down
Blackhawk down below

Blackhawk down
Blackhawk down
Blackhawk down below

There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu
American government issue

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

Conflict in Somalia,
Never came to an end
Strife in Sudan,
Ongoing contention
Battle in Sierra Leone
Hostilities in The Congo,
Who drew up the coup
Explosions at zero,
EXPOLOSIONS AT ZERO!

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

There's a blackhawk down in Mogadishu
American government issue

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down,
Blackhawk down below

Blackhawk,
Blackhawk,
BLACKHAWK DOWN!

09   Rwanda (01:20)

00:00
00:00

Rwanda, oh you're moon shines bright
Rwanda, overplanned genocide
Rwanda, oh won't you be strong
Yeah, like a lion

Tune in the transistor and listen to the news
'Cause once a week it hits your heart broken and blue
It's the voice over Africa, so stop peregrination
Listen very closely to a half a million dead souls

It's complicated when facts come slow
Massdestruction, massconfusion
What's the difference to the orphan, orphan of the dead
When no more machine gun's striking and there's silence instead

10   Corruption (01:27)

No God, no truce

A fire from the sky rains brimstone from above
A whole world implosion got too close to the sun
A vein from a power struggle explode into a bloody mess
Rupturing the nation's core blushing from the stress

The atheists get in line awaiting the coming destruction
Religious dogma corrupted and corrupter
With a man made of sin leads a full scale invasion
Drains the life from the skin's abrasion

No restoring order in a full scale attack
There's no fucking vision, there's no voice it's all black
Then you break down with a villainous call
Puss bleeding profusely from the city walls

11   Antennas (01:11)

You're selling sexism, you're selling racism
You're selling anything you get your fucking hands on
An understanding you gotta plan in
A presentation to advertisers who demand it

When you plan that
Your antenna's are pointed in the right direction
You make a deal in any situation
So with no evacuation
Let California fall into the fucking ocean

Oh they talk to ya, oh you're the town man
High profile Hollywood scumbag
It's a done deal signed and sealed
Deal makers making it all happen

When you plan that
Your antenna's are pointed in the right direction
You make a deal in any situation
So with no evacuation
Let California fall into the fucking ocean
Let California fall into the fucking ocean
Let California fall into the fucking ocean
Let California fall into the fucking ocean

12   Rattlesnake (01:42)

For weeks your falling, that's my darling
Hear them calling drawing you back
Sawing you in two, using me, using you
What can you do?
Watch out Mack, here's a rat
Falling off the track, fade out black
Black in feedback, hit the flashback
Don't you know we hate that?
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
Your a rattlesnake
Your a rattlesnake
Fuck that shit, I don't wanna hear it
You can't bare it when we blare it
I hate your band, you understand?
You got no passion, it's all fashion
Well you come you can, come come true
Calm down, flames red or blue
You don't know, you got no clue
I see through
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
I fuckin hate you
Your a rattlesnake
You talk that shit about our crew, we hate you
You said you know us, we don't know you
You Jump on the next bandwagon
What's the next fan in, I heard you braggin
But you ain't shit, you get frustrated
We never hesitated to call you a Charlatan
Cause we hate you
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
I fuckin hate you
Your a rattlesnake
Your a rattlesnake
And your full of shit
and I hate you
Your a rattlesnake

13   Not to Regret (02:16)

Some people say I'm fuckin crazy
But it don't phase me
It's just amazing
Someone shout out Hallelujah
Roulette spinner blackjack winner
She was a minuscule miniskirt hiked up
And if you like that you walk a tight rope
Blood of Jesus gonna cleans ya
So lets begin to put down a wage
Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin
I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret
I the city of sin, in the city of sin
It's a modern day Sodom and Gomorra
Bus station, no hesitation
For some poor bastard it's a ruin
It's like a coffin, a desert Kremlin
If your lucky then you'll fuckin hit it
You take an avoid with the money then you split it
It don't matter if you win there, just to be there rather than elsewhere
Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin
I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret
In the city of sin, in the city of sin
Some people say I'm fuckin crazy
But it don't phase me
It's just amazing
Someone shout out Hallelujah
Roulette spinner blackjack winner
Everybody tells me to look within but I'll look within the city of sin
I'm gonna tell you one thing, It's not to regret
In the city of sin, in the city of sin

14   Radio Havana (03:42)

00:00
00:00

15   Axiom (01:40)

On the cusp of an explosion
I answer with evil that's the way that I play it
Street Turks multiple confusions
I gnash spit
I grind my teeth
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you
No security force or vigilante's
overweight ego can dethrone me
Ostracized if not otherwise
Left to my own device you'll surly see
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you
Got a gun and a knife
Staring back at you

16   Black Derby Jacket (02:35)

Books on emerson books on thoreau
But all I read was maps of the road
And I was three thousand miles away from you
All the while I was twenty-two
What do you do to know who you are?
The best way for me to drop out on tour
You went to Upstate NxY (New York) to go to school
To secure the roll with your parents
I got a new perspective on you
All the good and bad that we went through
I know you better than you know you
'Cause I got a new perspective on you
I never needed much, I never liked to loom
But a gesture can get me from across the room
The first night we talked until while the sun caught up
Transparent people melting all around us
You left in a plane, I left in a van
Played nightclub house-parties and auditoriums
Saw Germany England Italy with my band
I know you better than your new friends
I got a new perspective on you
All the good and bad that we went through
I know you better than you know you
'Cause I got a new perspective on you
Ford Econdlane September '93
Driving 10 hours until my eyes are blurry
3 packs of Winstons and a bag of seeds
Tapes of "x" and a thermos of coffee
6 weeks on and 10 days off
Then I go back on the road for another show
This is all that I've ever done
Girl I got nothing to fall back on
"But I got a new perspective on you All the good and bad that we went through
I know you better than you know you 'Cause I got a new perspective on you"

17   Meteor of War (01:21)

18   Dead Bodies (01:49)

00:00
00:00

Dead bodies everywhere
Piles of blood, entrails and hair
I'm bleeding from the inside
From the armageddon outside

Disfigured and oblique
From the appetite that I seek
I'm a hungry cannibal
I'm a rabid animal
My remains are being scattered
I've been bludgeoned, I'm in pain
Stomach pains are coming
And they strike with demon speed

Reaccuring rotting dreams
From this place the demons speak
My skin exfoliates
My patience terminates
Unfold to unholy urges
Unearthed with urgency
The holocaust was nothing
Compared to my lividity

In this oblong box that's eating you
There's nothing you can do

19   Rigged on a Fix (01:15)

Charles Van Doren never seemed to want it
A 64,000 dollar question
It was rigged on a fix end of innocence
The original T.V. scandal
It's true, Your through....Fuck you!
A unique one, triggered implosion, outraged disgrace condemnation
Nine- hundred channels, one billion scandals
I've been hypnotized by all of you
It's true, Your through....Fuck you!
I've been hypnotized by all of you
I've been hypnotized by all of you

20   Young Al Capone (01:52)

In the army of Babylon I'm a young Al Capone
My self an outlaw in the eyes of the Lord
Good man lose and the bad man win
The blind and the sick i attenuate them
Barrels of concrete and melted steel
Black smoke rises like a ghost in the field
Hardened lungs deep breathing the air
That stings the life from within me
Succobus catches on and it won't let me go
The leprosy sets in and you got no glue
The 3rd world working on the factory floor
It's so dark in there you can't see the sun no more
Cold and burnt are frostbitten hands
That leaves you like a flower that's been pulled from the sands
Rabid dogs chewing at my feet
Trying to protect their side of the street

Army of Babylon, young Al Capone yeah
Army of Babylon, young Al Capone yeah
Young Al Capone yeah (young Al Capone yeah)
Young Al Capone yeah (young Al Capone yeah)

In the darkness among lonely spirits
Hopeless atmosphere, steel gates spear it
So simplistic, so realistic, so sadistic
Yea you lose it all yea

Army of Babylon, young Al Capone yeah
Army of Babylon, young Al Capone yeah
Young Al Capone yeah (young Al Capone yeah)
Young Al Capone yeah (young Al Capone yeah)

Ok Tim take this one home...!

21   Reconciliation (01:20)

Spread out like a million locusts covering the sun
Protagonists and infidels gonna speak out on the run
Deep rooted back and fourth
Failed from both sides
Triggered a sudden Excitement into the battle night
Reconciliation in what they already knew
Humanities lost when the power's vested in a few
Shadow of island cloud the symbol of change
Nelson spent 19 years on robin island estranged
I hear a voice in Cape Town, on Bohemian long St.
Listen closely, yeah listen closely
Reconciliation in what they already knew
Humanities lost when the power's vested in a few

22   GGF (03:36)

This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field's wide open
I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart

Let em run
Let em ride
Let em roll down the track
Let em win, place and show
Let em one dollar exact
Six furlongs
Four phillys
Three mares
Three years and up
Who measures up
Well I wish you luck
Who measures up
Well I wish you luck

This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart

Well they rush the windows and
Play odds on fave
But the starter in 2nd deuces down
A bit of give and take
Race is a puzzler when they open
From the outside it's a hit and run and
They look back and
You can't count on that and
That's a fact and
The old men from el cerrito
Who talk about their picks and
They talk about all the wins of
The great jock Leftgit Pincay

This is not Churchill Downs
This is not Hollywood Park
When the field is wide open
I'll pick the horse who's got the biggest heart

Everytime I come back to the East Bay
I run into Big L.
Oh, my old friend Big L,
No, he's not doing so well.
See, me and Big L grew up
Across the freeway from the track.
Yes, we spent many, many, many, many
Days over at the track.
I see Big L rollin' up the street
On his little sister's, pink, ten-speed.
He said "Tim, Tim, don't you remember me?"
"Way back, from 1973?"
And everytime I see him
He has to remind me,
Like I would ever, forget Big L.
But then,
Then he's gone,
Like a flash

But then he's gone,
Like a flash.
Yeah, Like a flash,
Yeah.

Ok,
This is Rancid signin off for now,
Until next time,
We'll see you guys later...

23   Sick Sick World (01:19)


  • bjork68
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    uhm....i cloni dei clash....
  • under
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    gli italianissimi gang lo sono già da 10 anni prima...
  • bjork68
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    eh sì non li conoscevo i gang, me li hai fatti scoprire tu under :-)
  • JMT
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    qlcuno è in grado di dirmi qnd uscirà il prossimo cd???...cioè qll ke sarebbe dovuto uscire a marzo ma è stato posticipato a causa dell'addio alla band di Brett...
  • peggiopunx
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    speriamo mai, ah piccolo consiglio non ti autovotare, sai non è giusto esprimere due volte il propio voto, non ti pare, comunque nella recensione non dici praticamente niente, i rancid non mi piacevano prima e non mi piacciono dopo la tua recensione...e poi secondo te sta recensione merita 5???un ultima cosa, mille volte meglio i leggendari NOFX, quelli si che il culo non se lo vendono...
  • Jackline
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    "mille volte meglio i leggendari NOFX, quelli si che il culo non se lo vendono... "---->> no infatti, dopo "Punk In Drublic" si sono semplicemente dati alle ninna nanne..e hanno continuato ad usare il pretesto politico per aumentare i propri incassi..NOFX..gruppo che ascoltavo a 12 anni e che mi piaceva..e nonostante non ascolto più stimo lo stesso..ma la cazzata che i Rancid sono venduti e i NOFX no è grossotta..resta comunque il fatto che "The Decline" è un capolavoro assoluto del punkrock..
  • Jackline
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    "formatasi a Berkeley dopo una specie di riunione di 3 grandi amici che fino ad allora si erano ritrovati a forgiare il proprio talento in differenti punk/ska band locali"----->> Armstrong suonava negli Operation Ivy..che non è proprio un gruppo punk/ska locale..è addirittura servito a rivoluzionare il modo di concepire il punk in tutti gli anni 90..Comunque il disco in questione non mi piace..buono Let's Go..ottimo And Out Come the Wolves..L'anima dei Rancid è e resterà Lars..non ce lo dimentichiamo..
  • peggiopunx
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    io sono dell'idea che dopo punk in drublic sono un pò calati, ma fino a war on errorism hanno fatto cose carine tra le quali the decline che è veramente bello... e comunque hanno fatto una campagna contro bush non da poco e non credo sia una trovata per accaparrarsi nuovi fan perchè di questo propio loro non ne hanno bisogno...
  • peggiopunx
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    jackline, anche freeman suonava negli op ivy...
  • Jackline
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    si hai ragione..ma siccome non ne ero sicuro al 100% non ho citato Freeman..(poi sarà anche che ho un odio viscerale verso i bassisiti..eheheh..comunque lui è uno dei migliori nella scena punk..)
  • peggiopunx
    22 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    si e purtroppo anche meglio di fat mike, questo lo devo ammettere... comunque il migliore, in ambito punk è sicuramente mike watt...
  • sorciopeloso
    23 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    ...sarebbe da 3.5...
  • sorciopeloso
    23 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    té, per tremezzare
  • JMT
    23 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    si la recens faceva un po skifo...cmq lo sapevo ankio che suonava negli oprat. e ke Brett era un loro amico al college ad Albany, era solo per non allungare il discorso...secondo me lars nn è l'anima dei rancid!!...le anime dei rancid sono 4 e loro 4 resteranno...i nofx meglio dei rancid??...i nofx sono bravi, ma non sono capaci a sciodarsi dalle solite melodie, i nofx a fare un ...and out come. o un life won't wait proprio nn li vedo e mai si vedranno....
  • peggiopunx
    23 mar 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    forse è al contrario, i rancid non faranno mai un album come white trash, punk in drublic, so long e the decline e poi nel panorama punk una cosa è fat mike e un'altra è armstrong, assolutamente non c'è paragone...
  • anarcho92
    22 apr 07
    Recensione: Opera:
    Allora... La rece fa schifo, l'album è carino, ma i Rancid hanno fatto di meglio, i NOFX non sono meglio dei Rancid e non lo saranno mai...Ascoltate Rancid 2000 e mi direte e comunque l'anima del gruppo sara sempre Tim Armstrong
  • raptor
    30 mar 08
    Recensione: Opera:
    Ma col cazzo, l'anima dei Rancid è Lars...lui suona, canta e parla col pubblico durante i concerti, Tim canta, suona raramente...E BASTA!...Che adesso faccia la sua porca figura ok...Ma non c'è paragone!

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Di  spaccazucche

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Di  anarcho92

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