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Quanto invidio chi ancora deve ascoltare quest'album...
Se la parola "Blues" vuol dire "sofferenza" e se "Punk" si traduce con "sudiciume" allora questo è il disco che non solo inventa il Punk-Blues ma ne rappresenta pure la vetta, irraggiungibile a chiunque altro.
La cover di "Preaching the Blues", praticamente irriconoscibile, vi lascerà senza fiato con quelle infinite pause e ripartenze da spezzare il collo di Robert Johnson. Una della 10 migliori cover della storia!
"She's Like Heroin to Me " vi ritroverete a cantarla già al secondo ascolto, imitando l'ululato da lupo arrapato nella stagione dell'accoppiamento di Jeffrey Lee Pierce. Voi risulterete ridicoli mentre lui sarà il capobranco che vi ringhia di togliervi di mezzo.
"For The Love of Ivy" è la serenata di un'innamorato che vive l'amore come una maledizione che consuma, distrugge e fa impazzire, una roba sporca fatta di sesso, sudore, saliva che cola e mutande da buttare via; qualcuno la faccia sentire alla Pausini e agli amanti di quelle canzonette d'amore con testi da azione cattolica che sembrano scritti da preti o suore
Rimangono ancora da ascoltare tutta una sfilza di pezzi indimenticabili con su la voce di JLP, un predicatore fattissimo che ci urla e ci sospira di eroina, erezioni e amore viscerali.
Una considerazione finale: la registrazione e la produzione di quest'album [Chris D, quello dei Flesh Eaters, e Tito Larriva, lo conoscete se amate i film di R. Rodriguez] è, per il genere di musica che i GC propongono, semplicemente PERFETTA! Sembra davvero di essere lì con loro nella loro sala prove seduti a fissare Pierce che canta e si muove come uno sciamano ubriacatosi di Wiskey scadente.
Procuratevi 'sto capolavoro e mettetelo accanto ai dischi dei Cramps, Barracudas, Meat Puppets, Los Lobos, X, Flesh Eaters, e di tutti quelli artisti che negli anni 80 seppero prendere le radici della musica americana e innestarle con il punk più viscerale e sincero.
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01 Sex Beat (02:48)
Johnny's got a light in his eyes and Shirley's got a light on her lips
Jakes got a monkeyshine on his head and Debra Ann's got a tiger in her hips
they can twist and turn they can move and burn
they can throw themselves against the wall
but they creep for what they need
and they explode to the call and then they move
move
Sex beat, go
They're stupid like I told ya, very stupid like ya saw
very stupid as the simple thought of ever thinking at all
and all their mind, all their souls all their bodies all we know
all we know all the things that should a made us whole
all the colourless security was all that someone could go and move, move
Sex beat, drop
and yes you do look cool and by the floodlights so blue
you make my tropical apartment bed, your sacrificial pool
my body in the water and my heart is in your hand
so this is the way you choose to send me to the judgement land
so you can't move, move oohh..sex beat, go
and every day I agree you throw me down by the christmas tree
I watched your lights blink on and off while you start your fun with me
I, I know your reasons and I, I know your goals
we can fuck forever but you will never get my soul
just so you can move
so you can move
so you can move
so you can move so you can
oohh... Sex beat
02 Preaching the Blues (04:00)
I was up this morning, blues walking like a man
I was up this morning, blues walking like a man
worried blues, give me your right hand
And the blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
blues fell mama's child, tore me all upside down
travel on ol' Jeffrey Lee, ya know, can't seem to turn him around
So, Preach the Blues
Preach the Blues now
Blues, is low down shaking chill
Blues, is low down shaking chill
you ain't never had them, I don't believe you will
Blues is an achin' old heart disease
Blues is an achin' old heart disease
it's like consumption, baby, killing me by degrees
So, Preach the Blues
Preach the Blues now
I had religion, Lord on this very day
I had religion, Lord on this very day
but, the women and the whiskey, they would not let me pray
Gonna get me religion, gonna join the Baptist church
Gonna get me religion, gonna join the Baptist church
Gonna be a Baptist preacher, so I don't have to work
03 Promise Me (02:37)
Promise me,
outside in the trees, they're waiting tonight
Promise me,
while the searching light moon has found me
you know it feels like the very last time again
Promise me,
someone who will promise me, stand in the dark and fight like me
through eyes like fireflies,
turn around and tell me, it'll be alright
is it alright?
Promise me,
don't cheat my soul when it returns to me
Promise me,
give me the vision I was born to see
you know it feels like years since they burned me away
you know it feels like years since they burned my heart away
you know it feels like years, feels like years
you know it feels like years since they took my eyes away
04 She's Like Heroin to Me (02:36)
I cannot get a look at it
so, I'm burning them on the deal anyway
I see her come down from the top of the stairs
I guess that I'd be cool, but there's a tickle in my veins
I've been a real good tombstone, but now I'm blowing away
She is like an eye-blue swimming pool
but, she will never know that she is there
we sit together drunk like our fathers used to be
I'm looking up and God is saying, "What are you gonna do?"
I'm looking up and I'm crying, "I thought it was up to you!"
but now
She's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she cannot miss a vein
don't let her take her love to town
they will never fill her heart
she needs a passion like her father's used to be
I know, because I'm like the train shooting down the mainline
I know, because I'm like the Indian wind along the telegraph lines
and she's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she cannot miss a vein
So mainline it!
I cannot get a look at it
so, I'm blowing back my trouble to the east
while we sit together sad like our fathers used to be
I know a perfect run by the sleep it puits in my heart
I know my special rider, I can feel her in the dark
she feels like Heroin to me
she feels like Heroin to me
she's like Heroin to me
she cannot miss a vein
07 Ghost on the Highway (02:46)
It's cloudy in the west, it looks like rain
my eyes are black holes and i'm burning away
you slaughtered your loving man
killed him in his sleep
the blood and crying of your murder
simply stains your sheets
Now, you're a ghost on the highway
your gesture is meaningless
you're lost to the living men
trailing souls to the end
You thought winning as a woman, meant failing as a friend
it is nor an art statement, to drown a few passionate men,
you made yourself a diamond
to blind young men's eyes
you claim because they want your shine
they deserve to walk the line,
You're a ghost on the highway
your gesture is meaningless
you're lost forever to the living men
trailing souls to the end
Yes, I would give you my love
so my soul would not starve
but, it could never move the honest rock
of what you really are,
You're a ghost on the highway
you're like straw and meaningless
I hate you, but I love you
I'll carry that to the end
If I ever lie with you again, I pray I do not sleep
If I ever closed my eyes again, I'd realize what you are to me.
you are simply a liar
an animal who bluffs and steals
until you become
a bigger creature's meal,
You're a ghost on the highway
your trash and meaningless
I hate you, but I love you
I'll carry that to the end
You lost on the highway
08 Jack on Fire (04:45)
I am like Jack, I am from southern land
I'm holding your happiness in my hand
the sun behind me is a sexual red
and all your bounty-hunting ghosts are dead
I am like Jack and I tell you this
I will be your lover and exorcist
In the stillness of the mosquito sunset
you will make love to me to your very best
Hey, hey, I'm a Jack On Fire
hey, hey, your lips kiss Jack on Fire
Way back in the Indian days
nothing could drive the heat away
drive the search and murder of lost enemies
drive deep into what is never seen
And like Jack, there is a heat to the fight
like a moth detects a heat to the light
and like Jack, I will covet everything that is you
because, the heat in you will temporarily do
Hey, hey, I'm a Jack On Fire
hey, hey, your lips kiss Jack on Fire
When you fall in love with me
we can dig a hole by the willow tree
then, I will fuck you until you die
bury you and kiss this town goodbye,
it will be unhappy, it will be sad
but, it will be understood that I am BAD!
so don't you go and lie to me
'cause everyday is judgement day with me
10 Cool Drink of Water (06:18)
I ask for water, and she gave me gasoline
I ask for water, give me gasoline
I ask for water and she gave me gasoline
Lord, Lordy Lord.
Cryin', Lord, I wonder, will I ever get back home?
Cryin', Lord, I wonder, I ever get back home?
Lord, Lordy Lord.
I went to the depot, looked up on the board
I asked the conductor how long has this Eastbound train been gone?
I asked the conductor could I ride the blinds?
Son, buy your ticket, for that train ain't none of mine
Son, buy your ticket, train ain't none of mine
Lord, Lordy Lord.
11 Goodbye Johnny (03:43)
Look what's been done, John
It's coming out of the east like rain, Johnny
Look, what's been done, John
It's coming like a God with no name, Johnny
I'm out near Santa Fe
Hitching out for the warmer days
I'm all broke up, Johnny
It all just beat me down
Look, down the line, Johnny
There's flashlights on the backroads, Johnny
Look, down the line, Johnny
Of the American unknown, Johnny
I'm out there in the desert
All your dreams lie dead in the desert
I'm all torn up, Johnny
It all just beat me down
Look at the girl, Johnny
Yellow hair a shine, indian eyes to see, Johnny
Look at her, Johnny
Her love is like anything to me, Johnny
What slipped so deep into me
I can never get it out of me
I'm all broke up, Johnny
It all just beat me down
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Altre recensioni
Di Mario
Jeffrey Lee Pearce è stato una delle pelli più dure del Rock And Roll, una di quelle pelli che non rivedremo mai più in giro.
Ciò che rimane comunque dell’esordio è uno degli affreschi più oscuri di paganità, sesso e morte che il Rock abbia mai prodotto.
Di Taxirider
‘Fire Of Love’ si presenta come uno scatenato e passionale album di puro blues-punk.
Un disco che ci catapulta nell’America rurale, fatta di fantasmi, cowboy, whisky e donne ma con la mente proiettata nelle sonorità e nei fermenti culturali del ‘dopo punk’.
Di sellami
Questo è uno capolavoro bello e buono.
La chitarra ha il ruolo principale di sostenere le note che suona Jeffrey e il canto è molto dolce per poi diventare violento e con testi diretti ma anche poetici.
