'City', il gioiellino degli Strapping Young Lad, devastante come pochi, unico.
Già l'intro "Velvet Kevorkian" è il preludio di un viaggio all'interno di un vortice di devastazione e follia.. come mai se ne sono sentiti così originali; non c'è tempo di ragionare perche la chitarra ci ha già portati dentro il disastro sonico di "All Hail to the New Flash", particolarissima, dallo stranissimo incedere, coinvolgente e spettacolare.
Ma 'City' non da tregua ed eccoci ad una bomba di immane grandezza "Oh my fucking God" fin dal titolo trasuda pazzia... pochissime paroline, rumorini elettronici di intro ad un massacro di batteria spaventosamente galvanizzante, poi l'incedere hardcoreggiante/thrash e il ritornello "Oh My fuck-iiinng gooooooddddd" e giù nel rumorismo per un altro giro di devastazione ALLUCINANTE, non ci sono altre parole.. e si continua sempre più giù, passando per la cavalcante "Detox" e un altro spettacolo di distruzione che corrisponde al nome "Home Nucleonics".
Non si rimani indeffirenti fin dal primo ascolto a questo disco.. in "AAA" ad esempio la velocità si abbassa e si fa spazio ad un episodio dove più che mai è il testo grande protagonista. In "Underneath the Waves" la follia è di casa... la voce di Townsend passa istrionica da passaggi pazzoidi a urla infuocate accompagante da suoni perfetti.. (l'album è del 1997!).
Spiazzanti invece le ultime due tracce: "Room 429", cantato pulito, ritornello con andamento da banda.. insomma da sentire come "Spirituality", cantato in secondo piano con gli strumenti a farla da padrone ed un'atmosfera satura di misticismo industrial.
'City' è tutto questo: il trattato in musica sulla schizofrenia.. un trattato che non dovrà mancare in nessuna discografia.. e visto che questa stagione non ha avuto grandi uscite fino ad ora spendete 10 eurozzi (lo si trova a questo prezzo) per questo album da comprare a scatola chiusa in barba alle ultime uscite tutte uguali o insulse.
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01 Velvet Kevorkian (01:17)
I Want To Be Where The Action Is
It's Time Again
We Won't Get A Second Chance
Everything Is Dying
Fuck Sleep, Fuck Beauty, I Know I Have To Make It Alone
It's 2:45 A.M. And I'm Freaking Out
All I Can Think Of Is Glory, And I'm Sitting In Burnaby
At 2:45 In The Fucking Morning
Freaking The Fuck Out
One Month And I'm Gone Forever
Fuck This Once And For All...
And Just Like All Those Bullshit Jobs
I Swore I'd Never Go Back To
I Swear I'll Never Go Back To This Life
Fuck This
Can You Believe This Shit People?
All You Stupid Fucking People
With Your Useless Fucking Lives
And Your Bullshit Priorities
And Your Sick Fucking Wars
And Your Pathetic Religion
And Your Shit Music
And Your Sick Fucking Hate
Bullshit, Sitcom, North American Ignorance
A New Time Is Coming
And We Know You'll Awake In There
Who's Your Daddy?
02 All Hail the New Flesh (05:24)
Hey Man, I'm Going To Fuck This Shit Up
No Fear, No Compromise, I Want It All
I Will Never Be Afraid, And I'll Die For What I Believe
All Of You Assholes Can Stay Rotting Here
I Do No Care, I Will Not Be There
I Have Got To Save Myself
And Don't Tell Me There's No One Else
And All You Are Is All You Are...
I'm So Sorry (For You) I'm Sorry...
So All Hail The New Flesh,
Because It Suits Me Fine...
Just Get Away, You Motherfuck
And We'll Be Back If You Come
For What This Means To Me, You Piece Of Shit...
I'll See You Pigs In Hell
I Just Know Everything's Going To Be O.K.
03 Oh My Fucking God (03:34)
There is no insanity, rather a super sanity
More suited for life at the end of the 20th century
Where everything is art
And everything is trying to express it
Where everything is art
And everything is trying to communicate it...
All intelligent beings sleep the dreaming of dreams
And they've all come up to meet met tonight
Although while in the morning, all their wonder and their
Glory was turned ugly and quite simple
Like a venue when you're loading in gear
Sexuality, eroticism in asexual persuasions
Man or woman, makes no difference in the outcome
No fashion, no tolerance for stupidity or ignorance
..."adidas" or "the arch deluxe"...
And time is now an object
Oh my fucking god...
Oh I'm fucking god...
And I'll dream this into becoming real
And until such time that you can prove me otherwise
I will continue with my agnostic travels
Until I've found a place that dreams with me...
...a place that feeds on my routine
All I want is my mommy...
All I want is my mommy...
All I want is my mommy...
All I want is my mommy...
This is the night that it all changes
04 Detox (05:37)
I've Got A Feeling
With The Wrong People
And I Can't Control My Thoughts
I Wish That I Could Sleep
And Just Get This Over With
...This Is Only High School Bullshit...
I Just Want To Feel
I Was Warned
Absolutley Numb
No Good Around People
Everyone Knows And Watches Me
How Did I Get Here Tonight?
What Am I Doing Here?
How Did I Reach This State?
How Did I Lose My Sight?
I'm Lost ... I'm Freaking
And Everybody Knows ... Everyone's Watching
...So Here's All My Hopes And Aspirations
Nothing But Puke
God, It's So Lonely...
I Just Want To Feel
06 AAA (05:21)
Devy In The Corner Of His Teen Year
Born To Run Away
Children In The Middle With The Village Idiot
So He Never Made The Potty Grade
Now Maybe He Pulled A Little Closer
Cold In A Mousy Way
Boom Boom As They Came A Little Closer
Put A Bolt In The Curse Today
Now Devy Has To Eat It In His Own Way
Broke In A Dirty Way
Boom Boom Is The Beating That I Hear In The Night
But No One Hears, So No One No And No One Fucks With
Me
Devy Wants A Word With The Master
I Got No Need To Run Away
Down On The Road Isn't Easy,
But I Never Would Back Away...
Boom Boom In The Morning With The Night Sounds
No Way To Run Away
Boom Boom As The Boredome Of Monogamy
Hits One More Time...
No One Must Know...
No One Must Know...
No One Must Know...
No One Must Know This Machine...
Devy Got A Taste Of Some Black Shit
Born In Another Way
And It Probably Would Have Been Easy,
But It Never Worked Out That Way
Boom Boom In The Corner With The Well - Soiled
Bound To Amalgamate
Boom Boom As It Kills The Inhibitions
...No More Games
No One Must Know...
07 Underneath the Waves (03:40)
On And On, It's On And On
On And On, It Goes On And On
And No One Knows Why, No One Knows Why
A New Time, With New Ways
New Thought, A New Age
On And On, It's Gone On And On
On And On, It Goes On And On
Say Goodbye! Say Goodbye! Say Goodbye! Say Goodbye!
No One Knows Why, No One Knows Why
A New Time, With New Ways, New Thought, A New Age
I'm Tired Of Waiting
I'm Tired Of Fighting
I'm Tired Of Waiting For Fucking Nothing
I'm Sick Of Lying
I'm Sick Of Trying
I'm Tired Of Waiting For Fucking Nothing
Tired Of Hating, Bored Of Dying
Tired Of Waking From The Dreams Of Morning
Sick Of Trying, Sick Of Whining
Tired Of Waking From The Dreams Of Morning
I'm Tired Of Waiting
I'm Tired Of Fighting
I'm Tired Of Waiting For Fucking Nothing
I'm Sick Of Lying
I'm Sick Of Trying
I'm Tired Of Waiting For Fucking Nothing
They're Underneath The Waves
They're Underneath The Waves
Underneath The Fucking Waves
They're Underneath The Waves
08 Room 429 (05:21)
What you don't understand
Is where everything's needing
When all of the signs you see still point to overload
As you reach out your hand
A shattered vision's receding
Like daylights along that lonesome stretch of broken road
Because you've been to the past
And it's just a reminder
A recollection of faces that will never come to call
When you've cut through the mask
When you've been through the grinder
Sometimes you forget that you had ever been there at all
Up here in Room 429
The world ain't so unkind
I wanna take you to that empty room tonight
In the shadow of doubt
In the crush of an instant
Standing in the rain outside your door, hand on my knife
When you reach a brick wall
There is still a decision
Always though if I had to lose I'd surely take you all
Up here in Room 429
In a world that's so unkind
I wanna take you to that empty room tonight
We'll tell the world outside the door
That we ain't never coming back no more
We're gonna stay in here 'till we turn out the night
The city breathes so softly
Everything is sleeping
I am at the window silently watching
I can see you standing
Alone against the winter
I can hear you asking, but the streets, they are not giving
Don't look to the ocean
Restless in its dreaming
Don't look to the heavens for they will tell you nothing
If living is for learning
Then dying is forgetting
Once we have forgotten then we can go on loving
In a lifetime of hope
In a second of kindness
There is never a doubt that we are born and die alone
From within or without
There's no way they can find us
When they knock at the door, the lights are on, but we ain't home
Up here in Room 429
The world ain't so unkind
I wanna take you to that empty room tonight
We'll tell the world outside the door
That we ain't never coming back no more
We're gonna stay in here 'till we turn out the night
09 Spirituality (06:34)
I'm Right Here Where You Left Me Experimenting
-Bored Out Of My Fucking Mind...
Please Give Me A Sign,
Please Show Me That You're Alive
There Has Got To Be A Better Way
...Another Place For Me
Please, Help Me Please...
You'll Never Be What You Try To Be If You Want To Be It
God Help The King Of Nothing
It's Getting Late
I'm Getting Old
And Every Night I Just Sleep, We Never Talk
And Every Night, I Look In The Sky
And I Pray To God They'll Hear Me...
And If This Is All There Is
...If This Is It
Won't... Won't Someone Tell Me
Because I'm So Fucking Sick Of All You
Stupid People
All You Sick
Stupid People
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Di calus
Dal primo ascolto ne usciamo giustamente scarichi, indispettiti, con il cd che finisce sullo scaffale delle delusioni... ma poi con gli ascolti mensili, che diverranno settimanali, che diverranno giornalieri, saremmo costretti al "rito del saccheggio di buoni intenti" quotidiano da parte di questi folli!
La voce di Devin Townsend è eclettica come non mai, sembra che il disco fra chitarre distorte e a volte confuse abbia asse di rotazione su di lui.
Di ChaosA.D.
Possiamo dire che il Metal ci piace per la tecnica, per le atmosfere o per qualche altra cosa, ma il vero motivo è far urlare qualcun altro al posto nostro!
Townsend costruisce un universo musicale che puzza di smog e acceca come acciaio affilato bordato di sangue.
