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Più di tre lustri dopo il trionfale Irish Tour, a seguito di una sostanziosa manciata di LP fedeli al verbo blues rock con qualche sfizio jazz (Calling Card) o hard più masticabile ed infine meno incisivo (Top Priority), Rory Gallagher, irlandese col cuore nel Delta del Mississippi, incide le ultime note della sua carriera, stroncata di lì a poco da una morte prematura ma tristemente prevedibile.
Siamo all'inizio dei '90, qualche anno prima l'heavy metal che ha fatto vibrare le colonne del music business, ed i primi segni della scena alternativa/grunge si fanno evidenti. Gallagher, seguendo il suo ormai noto percorso slegato dalle regole del mercato, decide di tornare ad un classico e sanguigno blues rock. Nulla di nuovo, nulla di sorprendente, questo "Fresh Evidence".
Perchè, allora, preferirlo ad altri simili? Perché, tranne la prima anonima traccia, l'hard un po' grossolano degli anni precedenti è stato accantonato; perché un pezzo come "King Of Zydeco" possiede un groove particolare; perché c'è "Heaven's Gate" con il suo andamento solido e graffiante; perchè l'esecuzione è impeccabile e la voce regala ancora diverse soddisfazioni. Soprattutto, perché la chitarra ha ancora grande personalità ed il songwriting è più che dignitoso, senza troppe pretese.
Un'opera da accostare al contemporaneo e potente "Let Me In" di Johnny Winter, ovvero quando il passato ritorna con classe e grinta. Entrambi sottovalutati e meritevoli di riesumazione.
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02 The King of Zydeco (03:45)
Well, it's a straight line as the crow flies
To a heaven hear on earth
And if you make time, it's a cool drive.
Head down to the coast
If your taste runs to the gumbo,
Don't know where to go,
Let me introduce you to
The King of Zydeco
If you're head leaks like a trainer,
The sea comes to your door,
A strange sound from the juke-joint,
A mile just down the road
Believe it when you hear it,
The sound of a 'rubbing board' board,
Let me introduce you to The King of Zydeco
Move it over
Open up that line
Roll it over,
Buddy, I'm insane.
You wont feel like a stranger,
You've found a second home
You cant get out of your tree there
When the music hits your soul.
Bye-Bye 'Big Brother'
"Cause I'm going away
I wanna listen to the man
They call Clifton Cheniere.
Feel like a statistic,
Feeling shrink-wrapped up too.
It's dun-time baby
You been to long in school.
Head down to the place
Near to Thibodoux
Let me introduce you to
The King of Zydeco
Move that semi
Buddy, I'm insane.
It's now or never
I can't touch the brakes.
Well, it's a stone's throw from the Bayou
And I can see the sign,
Shining like a beacon
Right on through the night.
No more airs and graces,
Gotta catch the show,
Let me introduce you to
The King of Zydeco.
03 Middle Name (04:17)
Well a hurricane is on its way,
Across the Bible Belt..
Just watch the sway of the sugar cane,
Move from right to left.
It could be gone when the morning comes,
Should be heading west.
I could hang around, go down in the storm,
It's anybody's guess.
Still can't find you,
Still can't find you.
Well, sorrow is my middle name,
And I'll tell you something else.
Since you've been gone,
I'm broken down,
I cannot trust myself.
Been hanging 'round this lonesome town,
Feeling less and less.
What is gonna happen here,
Is anybody's guess.
Still can't find you,
Still can't find you.
Who's gonna hide you?
Yeah...
Well, a Terraplane just passed my way,
Won't give me a ride.
Standing on the freeway,
The wind is rising high.
I could make out, there is no doubt,
But can't leave you behind.
Still, I cannot find you,
No matter how I try.
Still can`t find you.
Still can`t tind you.
What can I do?
Yeah...
05 Empire State Express (05:12)
Went down to the station,
Leaned against the door.
Went down to the station,
I...leaned against the door.
I knew it was the Empire State,
Can tell by the way she blows.
Asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride the blinds".
Asked the depot agent,
"Please let me ride the blinds".
He said, "Son, I like to help you...you know,
But the Empire State ain't mine".
The Empire State...you know she,
Rides on Eastern time.
The Empire State,
She rides on Eastern time,
She's the "rollingest" baby,
On the New York Central line.
It was a mean ol' fireman,
And a low-down engineer.
It was a cruel fireman,
A low-down engineer.
That took my baby away,
Left poor me sitting here.
Engineer blew the whistle,
The fireman rang the bell.
The engineer blew the whistle,
The fireman rang the bell.
My woman's on board,
She's was waving me fair-well.
I'm gonna tell you what that,
Mean ol' train will do.
I'm gonna tell you,
What that mean ol' train will do.
Take your woman away,
And shoot back black smoke back at you.
They'll take your woman away,
And shoot black smoke back at you.
Take your woman away,
And shoot black smoke back at you.
Let's go...
07 Heaven's Gate (05:11)
You're feeling haunted,
See those shadows on the shades?
You're stalking 'round the room,
Your name is on a blade.
The darkness 'round your neck
Is like a metal claw,
Who is gonna save you?
Who will hear your call?
Hear you call..yeahh..
You'll never get to heaven,
Putting money in the plate.
Can't bribe St. Peter,
When you're at Heaven's gate.
Right now you wonder,
How crazy things can be,
You dealt your own hand,
Five-card Destiny.
Roller-coaster, feeling from the floor.
Someone stole the, key right from your door.
Just what you needed,
Shadows on the blinds.
Feel so somersaulted,
Trying to keep your sense of time.
Lightning on the windows,
Just to seal your fate.
Who is gonna save you,
When you're at Heaven's gate?
Yeahh....heavens gate.
09 Walkin' Wounded (05:10)
I'm walkin' wounded,
Got my heart in a sling.
I've been injected,
Till I don't feel a thing.
You got me hurting,
Where it gets me most.
If I had some sense,
I'd move back to the Southern Coast.
Yeahhhh....
I'm truly wounded
Like a fox in a snare.
I feel inspected,
'Cause I'm caught in your glare.
You've done your damage,
Are you sure that you're through?
Don't cross me no more,
I've had enough of you.
Yeahhhh....
I'm sleepwalkin',
Like an unlit fuse,
I'm breaking out, baby,
Got no time to lose.
I feel suspended',
Got no lust for life.
You drew my picture,
As sharp as a knife.
Time is a wastin',
But the message got through.
Don't cross me no more,
I've had enough of you.
I'm walkin' wounded,
Got my heart in a sling.
I've been injected,
Till I don't feel a thing.
You got me hurtin',
Where it gets me most.
I've got some sense now,
I'm going back to the Southern Coast.
Yeahhhh....yeah.
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