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Questo è di quando i Distillers non erano ancora conosciuti come Punk-band per bambini. Questo è di quando i Distillers, nemmeno si sognavano di essere oggetto delle millanterie di ragazzine in Converse che non distinguono il Punk dal Crossover o i Ramones da Avril Lavigne. Questo è di quando i Distillers professavano fede indipendente davanti all’altare del Punk-Rock, iniziati dal Tim Armstrong degli “indestructibles” Rancid...
I Distillers, al lavoro per la Hellcat Records, si ingegnavano in questo esercizio di fastidio e paranoia che è “Sing Sing Death House”, in pieno stile “no fun, my babe, no fun”... Non a caso, la prima canzone si intitola “Sick Of It All”, dove regna la veneranda formula dei tre accordi, così come il resto dell’album , che di certo, come la religione Punk predice, non si basa sull’intelligenza tecnico-musicale o sulla perfezione formale…. Ovviamente, in puro stile Punk, l’album non dura più di trenta minuti, nei quali incubi e deliri vengono sviscerati in maniera totale. È un misto di noia, squilibrio, è sferzante nichilismo che la Brody si mette a urlare, con la sua voce un po’ Pink, un po’ Courtney, il suo stile d’altri tempi, il suo entusiasmo esasperato. Ma l’entusiasmo e la maturità musicale sono due cose diverse.
L’album, dal punto di vista stilistico, risente parecchio dell’influenza dei Rancid, anche se ovviamente siamo a livelli più semplicistici. Non vi si può ravvisare certo originalità al punto tale da far gridare, come molti giornalisti hanno fatto, al miracolo, alla resurrezione del Punk-Rock. L’unica nota di originalità, potrebbe essere forse la stessa Brody, l’unica voce Punk femminile ormai degna di nota, l’unica voce Punk femminile ormai esistente, a dire il vero. Probabilmente la sua formazione fu legata molto agli anni ’90, alle riot girls di Olympia, che possiamo indicare come suoi modelli, le quali purtroppo non hanno prodotto molti proseliti. E se è per questo, nemmeno la stessa Brody esprime in pieno quello che una donna Rock dovrebbe essere, alla luce dell’esperienza foxcore. In questo senso, è importante specificare che questo album, scritto e cantato da una donna, ha tutto lo stile di un gruppo Punk maschile... Ciò non significa nulla in senso assoluto, ma sicuramente denota una certa mancanza di personalità e la necessità, appunto per questo, di rifarsi a certi modelli, rappresentati ovviamente dagli storici gruppi Punk dalla voce maschile…in questo caso, i Rancid.
Nota di merito va comunque ai testi, profondi, sinceri e sconvolgenti dove vengono intensificati a livello espressivo e stilistico, le tematiche proprie dell’adolescente disturbato, disagiato…roba cara agli anni ’90 che qui si mescola al puro disgusto Punk, alla netta prevalenza della svalutazione della realtà, dei toni dissacranti, della tendenza a mettere in discussione il sistema ordinario e le contraddizioni sociali. Ma, sempre in pieno stile Punk, con nessuna intenzione di cambiare le cose. Per capire di cosa si nutre l’insana mente della Brody, basta leggere i testi di “I Am a Revenant” o “Hate Me”, episodi davvero stranianti e forse tra i pochi degni di nota. Perché a parte poche perle, tra cui quelle sopra citate, il resto è alquanto poco interessante e scontato… “The Young Crazed Feeling” è tipo un pezzo auto celebrativo alla Rap…cioè “io sono la sfigata che spacca…vengo da Melbourne…la mia vita era uno schifo”… mentre “City Of Angels” vorrebbe essere una canzone che denuncia la condizione di Los Angeles, vista come bellissima e marcia allo stesso tempo, sullo sfondo di un tramonto ‘prostituito’, come lei stessa scrive, sulla quale incombono ali di morte.
Fondamentalmente, un album con poche idee, suonato da una band con scarsa personalità, che cerca, abbastanza manieristicamente, di essere Punk a tutti i costi.
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01 Sick of It All (03:12)
Murder murder a ripe blood stain
Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all
Murder murder a ripe fucking hate
Pulled the fucking trigger cause Im sick of it all
I went to school today with an oozi
Theres this kid he teased me so i shot em in the face
All the worlds light wont ease my pain
It wont cease im diseased will you hang me please
I'm a nihilist raised on violence
What do i do im american youth
All my life ive lived in silence
Im gonna snap ill get you back
Im a girl im only 13 my body rots
Cause i wont fucking eat
Im a silent star on a b-roll
Im a mirror fucking image of no control
Give me the award i conquered food again
What else is better in life than to purge my pain
If i cut, i wont look like that
If i cut if i cut i wont feel like this shit
We are kids we think life is a scam
We come from wasted land
We are kids we play punk rock and roll
If we didnt we got no soul
We are different kids with the same heartbeat
We got one pulse running through the streets
They are our arteries
I am part of this
02 I Am a Revenant (03:30)
Another year has passed and im alright
I lick the salt from my wounds and run into the night
Well it's unknown why collusion goes on
It rapes like betrayal
And Im rotting in the squalor of some
Do you remember the rage?
I remember the hate
I remember it rained for years
And the blood had left a stain
You say i got karma to collect
I dig my grave and
Im here waiting for some kind of check
If i get one ill hold my breath
I racked my spine
It takes a year of you to warrant a test
As the years go by I wont cry
Its the year you walked into my life
I will despise
We are the revenants
And we will rise up from the dead
We become the living
Weve come back to reclaim our stolen breath
03 Seneca Falls (03:03)
Oh its set in 1848 in the crush of New York state
and the thing about destiny is it never ever makes mistakes
Susan B. Anthony
Forever haunting me
Owned raped sold thrown
A woman was never her own
They cried freedom rise up for me
I want i want i want freedom
Oh its set in 1848 in the crush of New York state
and the thing about destiny is it never ever sets you free
Elizabeth Cady
Forever reminding me
I dont steal the air i breathe
Freedom rise up for me
04 The Young Crazed Peeling (03:18)
Are you ready to be liberated
On this sad side city street
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth
My name is Brody I'm from Melbourne
Fitzroy Melbourne Fitzroy Melbourne
I grew up on Bell St. then on Bennett St.
My mum kicked out my dad for battery
Found a way.... she found a way
She found a way out of spiritual penury
Working single mother in an urban struggle
Blames herself now cause I grew up troubled
It hit me I got everything I need (x2)
My one heart felt too much from the start
I've seen people come and go
Living large and living low
You can build up your walls sitting on death row
Let the curtain fall on your murdered soul
You can wash it all down swallow your story
Get smacked off your head go down in drum roll glory
You won't solve it committing self inflicted crime
Go on pull the trigger this will be the last time
It hit me I got everything I need (x2)
I speak of the truth the truth of the heart
Like a desperate thirst in a raging drought
Hey youth time flies by
There’s an everlasting battle for eternal life
I love a man from California
He's the prettiest thing we got the same disorder
The way you feel it's OK it's never gonna change anyway
It hit me I got everyone i need (x2)
Are you ready to be liberated
On this sad side city street
Well the birds have been freed from their cages
I got freedom and my youth
Yeah I got freedom and my youth
05 Sing Sing Death House (01:45)
I am a death house haunted mirror
Acerbic heart aint nothing pure in here
I keep the memories of a broken you
Sing sing the stories of a fractured few
I believe i will open up
For all my rage will surely come undone
I am agnostic but i hang on a cross
Faithless saintless my sin stabs
I wear the crown of oblivion
Rule and aching void watch my sun burn out
I am a death house haunted mirror
Acerbic heart aint nothing pure in here
You close the door i sing pleading
Save me before you leave youre leaving
06 Bullet & the Bullseye (01:14)
I am the bullet and you're the bullseye
When I hit, there's nothing left
I've been living in a boundaryless land
I was blind but now I've got my sight back
You suffer insidiously, I fucking hate you
Stay the fuck away from me
You're a thief, a liar, and a cheat too
Ain't no mystery to unlocking you
You think I'm a sucker, you're fucking sick
The only thing I suck is my man's dick
07 City of Angels (03:31)
Its going down tonight in this town
Cause they stare and growl
They all stare and growl
I take a scar everytime I cry
Cause it ain't my style, no it ain't my style
Going down to the gravel head to the barrel
Take this life and end this struggle
Los Angeles come scam me please
Emptiness never sleeps at Cliftons 6am
With your bag lady friend and your mind descending
Stripped of the right to be a human in control
Its warmer in hell so down we go
They say
This is the city
The city of angels
All i see is dead wings (x2)
Its a ghost town rabid underworld
Dionysian night vitriolic twilight
A mirage come up it never ends
Once you get born youre never the same
Left behind erased from time
Aint no decency in being boxed up alive
Look around aint no R.I.P signs here
We dont rest in peace
We just disappear
So here we are Los Angeles
No angels singing in your valley of unease
I watch the sun roll down the pacific
Over hookered sunset strip
They say
This is the city
The city of angels
All i see is dead wings (x2)
There's a black moon tonight
shining down on the western neon lights (x2)
They say
This is the city
The city of angels
All i see is dead wings (x4)
09 Hate Me (01:12)
I cant be this now
Its not me anymore
I really tried Ive tried
Attempted suicide
Fucking convulsing and
Constantly denied
Subcountaing me somewhere
Inside
Scratching the walls of my glass coffin
Scraping raping
My nails on the glass on the bottom
Is there an end where does this end
If i was you id fucking hate me too
10 Desperate (01:24)
One two three four
THis is a war
Yeah yeah yeah im desperate
Im going back again
Yeah im desperate
Going back in style
Going back a mile
Dirty heroin take it back a step
This is my arm this is my heart
This is the lie you promised to me
11 I Understand (01:48)
Im on the edge everyday
Aint nothing going for you and me
I am my enemy in everyway
He planted the seed
When i was a teen girl i walked real awkward
Like a dog with three legs
I had fought my wars
I was a misshape mistake misfit
Untamed mishap with a junkie heart
Now theres been a shift
I stopped taking hits
My eyes start to flicker flicker
My mouth starts to drip
My heart starts to tinker tinker
What can I do when Im bound like this with you
Now i really understand I cant feel
I cant feel it i cant feel it
12 Lordy Lordy (02:19)
Oh lordy lordy
Well your head hangs below the ground
Oh lordy lordy
Well i think thats where your found
And so they tell me that you aint my friend
Im a loss to yourself ill assure your again
When you cry me some real tears
Ill be on the run
You come near me now girl
Ill go get me a gun
Ive never been to prison
I dont know why
I stared death down in its chambers baby
Eye to eye
If prison is a cell then its raging in my blood
This is a song from the heart aint nothing else
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