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"I'm a Freakey Styley and I'm proud" cantava in un modo stralunato un Anthony kiedis parecchio fuori di testa nella title track di questo album che sembra scorrere al rallentatore...
L'anno è il 1985 e i peperoncini sono reduci da un album che ha fatto acqua da tutte le parti per quanto riguarda le vendite e la EMI non è proprio contenta (a seguito dell'insuccesso commerciale di anche quest'album verrano passati all'EMI MANATTHAN), così pensa bene di assecondare le richieste dei Peppers: viene reclutato il padre della funkadelia George Clinton!! In più per scazzi interni al gruppo se ne va il chitarrista Jack Sherman e torna l'amico di sempre, nonchè originale chitarrista dei Red Hot, Hillel Slovak.
A questo punto il gioco sembra fatto, si tratterà sicuramente di un vigoroso disco funky rock!! E invece no... I nostri si sentono completamente liberi e Clinton li aiuta ad esprimere il meglio di loro stessi (è lì per quello dopotutto), così le vite sbandate di Kiedis & Co. vengono direttamente a contatto con l'ascoltatore. Non è un album funky in senso stretto, è qualcosa che va al di là di ristrette classificazioni, perchè ripeto, la libertà impera in questo disco. Tutto inizia con "Jungle Man" che non è altro che il super creativo talentuoso Flea (al secolo Michael Balzary). Ecco, questa traccia musicalmente ci fa comprendere cosa si respirerà in questo disco: stranezza.
La voce di Anthony è un misto tra cantato e rappato, il basso è slap puro, la chitarra è essenziale sottofondo ritmico e la batteria di Cliff Martinez è quasi tribale in certi punti. Stramba, soprattutto l'intermezzo che sembra spuntar fuori dal nulla. Poi è la volta di "Hollywood" che è una cover dei Meters (l'originale si chiama "Africa") ed è a dir poco spumeggiante soprattutto per il carisma di Anthony e i fiati che fanno apparire il tutto molto James Brown; ma c'è qualcosa che rompe l'armonia : il basso!!! Eh sì signori, qui il basso cattura l'attenzione di tutti per quel giretto fuori di testa che è messo particolarmente in rilievo nel bilanciamento dei volumi. Poi c'è "American Ghost Dance" che riassume la prima e la seconda traccia del disco dando un pò di movimento che però sembra fermato da una barriera che dà la sensazione di rigidità, fenomenale il giro di basso comunque. Queste a mio parere insieme a "Freaky Styley" e a "Blackeyed Blondie" sono le canzoni manifesto dell'album.
Questo disco colpisce per la varietà dei generi proposti, si passa dal funky al rap, dallo speed rock ("Catholic School Girls Rule" e Battle Ship") alle filastrocche ("Thirty Dirty Birds"), che però sono contraddistinti da un indelebile marchio di stranezza che è dovuto, bisogna ammetterlo, in gran parte all'uso di droga. Un disco che può piacere o no ma che è estremamente interessante e inusuale.
Questi erano i Red Hot Chili Peppers dell'epoca, e a me piacciono un casino.
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02 Hollywood (05:03)
Take me back
Hold my hand
All the way back
To the brotherland
Take me back
I want to go back
Take me back
And my funky ass band
All the way back
To the broherland
Take me back
I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brotherland
Now children
Hollywood...
I want to get up and go
With my funky ass jams
All the way back
To the broherland
Take me back
I want to go back
Hollywood...
Where the women
Is the women
And the man
Is the man
I want to go
As fast as I can
Slidin' on back
To the brotherland
Now children
03 American Ghost Dance (03:45)
Oh give me a home
Where the buffalo roam
And the death of a race is a game
Where seldom is heard
A peacable word
From the white trash
Who killed as they came
Though these words dig deep
They offer no relief
God save the queen
I am an indian chief
There is a secret I keep
It's called the talking leaf
And you better believe
That he speaks his beliefs
Like a rock that bleeds
A sea of grief
My talking leaf speaks of
A wounded knee creek
American ghost dance...
A new man who is with old ways
He walks the streets of life
But he's in chains
I'm alive he cried
I can feel the flame
Burning red inside
I am an indian brave
There is a memory
That lives in my blood
Of the brand you laid
On all you touched
But the burning flame
Turns to burning pain
Genuine genocide
And that's truly insane
So like a wild hurricane
I will dance on the grave
Of my race that died
When it should have been saved
American ghost dance...
04 If You Want Me to Stay (04:07)
If you want me to stay
I'll be around today
To be available for you to see
I'm about to go there
Then you'll know
For me to stay here
I've got to be me
You'll never be in doubt
That's what it's all about
You can't take me for granted and smile
Count the days I'm gone
Forget reachin' me by phone
Cause I promise
I'll be gone for a while
And when you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now
You got to get it straight
How could I ever be late
When you're my woman
Taking up my time
Oh how could I ever allow
I guess I wonder how
I could get out a pocket for fun
When you know that
You're never number two
Number one's gonna be number one
I'll be good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now
When you see me again
I hope that you have been
The kind of person
That you really are now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
Get this message over to you now
Get this message over to you now
I'll be so good
I wish I could
05 Nevermind (02:48)
Nevermind the Pac Jam
Nevermind the Gap Band
Nevermind the Zap Band
Nevermind the Funk Scam
Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nevermind the English bands
Nevermind the Synth Funk bands
Nevermind the Wham Wham band
Nevermind Duran Duran
Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nevermind the Soft Cell shit
That's strictly for the twits
Nevermind the Men At Work
Those tunes are for the jerks
Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
Nevermind Hall and Oates
Those guys are a couple of goats
Nevermind the Culture Club
That jive's just one big flub
Cause we're
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
07 Blackeyed Blonde (02:40)
Pumpin' the blood through the heart of New Orleans
She's the mystic heat of the Bourbon street dream
She's just made out of flesh and bones
But let me tell you little boy
You better leave her alone
Leroy Brown thought he was bad too
Till she left him floatin' in the old bayou
She's the kind of girl
She's built like a bomb
She's the blackeyed blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde, get down!
That blackeyed beauty with the golden crotch
French electric sex a cock shocking swamp fox
Heaten queen of sleeze she's hot to box
But let me tell you little boy
She'll clean your clock
A slick and sly spy
Stuck in the muck of the moat
Blew his mind to find a diamond in the boat
Double-o-dooms day for Mr James Bond
She's the blackeyed blackeyed
Blackeyed blonde, get down!
09 Battle Ship (01:53)
Three miles off the coast of Beirut
New Jersey's guns get ready to shoot
Take a walk down the firing room
Fire one it's shakedown cruise
Battleship, Battleship
See the sailor boys dressed in blue
Cheer the chance to make the news
Send the shell down the spiral groove
Bombs away it's a shakedown cruise Yeah
Battleship, Battleship
10 Lovin' and Touchin' (00:36)
Loving and touching and
Laughing and Squeezing and
Walking and Joking and
Smiling and Teasing
Loving and kissing and
Rubbing and scrubbing and
Styling and slumming and
Rolling and cumming
I'll hold you a lifetime
I'll love you forever
I'll make you my wife and
I'll never forget you
I'll give you my smile
On the face of your child
I will give you my love
I will give you my love
Loving and touching and
Loving and touching and
Loving and touching and
Loving and touching and
love.
13 Thirty Dirty Birds (00:14)
Thirty dirty birds
Sitting on a curb
Chirping and Burping
And eating
Dirty earthworms
Along comes Herbie
From thirty-third
And third
Saw the thirty
Dirty birds
Sitting on a curb
Chirping and Burping
And eating
Dirty earthworms
Boy he was
Disturbed
14 Yertle the Turtle (03:37)
On a far away island
of Salamasond
Yertle the turtle
Was king of the pond
A nice little pond
It was clean it was neat
The water was warm
There was plenty to eat
Until one day
The king of them all
Decided the kingdom
He ruled was too small
I'm a ruler of all that I see
But I don't see enough
And that's the trouble with me
With this stone for a throne
I am too low down
I cannot look down
Upon the places beyond
So Yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
And Yertle the turtle king
Lifted his hand
He ordered all the turtles
Onto one another's back
He piled them high
Into a ten turtle stack
I'm Yertle the turtle
The things I now rule
I'm king of a cow
I'm king of a mule
Then down from below
In the great turtle stack
Came a burp from a plain
Little turtle named Mack
Just part of the throne
This burpin' little turtle
Looked up and said "I beg
Your pardon king Yertle"
I've pains in my back
My shoulders and my knees
How long must we stand
Here your majesty
"Silence !" the king of the
Turtles barked back
To the bad burpin'
Little turtle named Mack
I'm Yertle the turtle
Oh marvelous me for
I am ruler of all that I see
Yertle, Yertle the turtle...
Yertle, Yertle the turtle...
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Di SiRpSiChOsExY89
Freaky Styley è un ottimo album funky anche se preferisco il crossover che li ha caratterizzati all’inizio.
Spettacolare Blackeyed Blond, basso sleppato e chitarra si uniscono in un funk velocissimo.
