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La furia in corpo.
Se il debutto degli Audioslave vi ha già stufato dopo qualche ascolto, se secondo voi Perry Farrel & Co. hanno perso mordente, se ancora rimpiangete straziati gli At The Drive In, se il grunge, il garage, il metal vi deludono perché ormai diventati solo una questione di copertina... Forse ascoltare il nuovo disco degli Icarus Line potrà consolarvi.
Black Flag, Birthday Party, The Stooges, Jesus Lizard, Shellac, Black Heart Procession, Spiritualized e Ink & Dagger. Queste le influenze proclamate dei losangelini Icarus Line, band in parte hardcore, in parte metal e in parte alternative rock, ossia niente di nuovo sotto il cielo, ma mi sento in dovere di segnalarvi questa band per l'attitudine musicale, volta a destrutturizzare tutti gli anni '90 in un gusto davvero evoluto e allo stesso tempo leale.
Gli Icarus Line sono i nuovi araldi di un sound che è una miscela scomoda e snervante, senza respiro, e calcata massicciamente con devoto trasporto sulle influenze elencate prima. Parole testuali del vocalist Joe Cardamone: "La musica che facciamo è concepita per farci odiare...". Una cosa è sicura, questo quintetto non sta facendo niente per rendersi simpatico allo show business ed ai giornalisti del settore, ma la V2 ha voluto lo stesso tentare il colpo pubblicando Penance Soiree, il secondo album dopo il discreto successo in patria del debutto Mono (2001).
In Penance Soiree troviamo una foga spontanea ed un frenetico movimento musicale (che alcuni puristi forse potranno trovare eccessivo, quasi barocco, ridondante, esagerato), che a sostegno del front-man Caradamone (che urla e sbraita come pochi al mondo), alterna momenti di furore puro a quelli di un'intensità melodica sorprendente e lancinante. Una voce interessante quella di Cardamone, che riesce a rilegare le varie influenze dichiarate dalle band donandogli l'equilibrata plausibilità ed efferatezza.
Tredici pezzi in totale su Penance Soiree, un album scomodo (anche nei testi politicizzati), estremo, ma dannatamente avvincente e trascinante. Quello che distingue questa band dalle alle altre in voga di questi tempi è la giusta dose (cioè tanta) di Grinta, quella con la G maiuscola: arrotata, scaltra, determinata, feroce. Un merito non da poco, se si considerano i pesanti ascendenti musicali della band.
Gli Icarus Line sono abrasivi, mordaci, molto professionali, e davvero bastardi dentro. Questo quintetto vi conquisterà irrimediabilmente, a dispetto di tutti loro i tentativi per farsi odiare.
Consigliato a chi non soffre di scompensi cardiaci.
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01 Up Against the Wall Motherfuckers (04:27)
Swimming in addiction. Broadcast children live in fiction.
Awake in lying shame, tweaked twilight sighs as she counts her money.
Devils got my brain. All narrow escapes. Don’t want to feel his hands again.
When fever blisters remember this advice: Believe in your own lies.
I couldn’t quite describe all the tricks in your look.
If comfort in skin come from within, then why can’t I get some for free?
Come on. Lord, everybody’s tryin to die these days.
Sinking in oblivion. Keep constant love affairs.
Angel got my heart, holds hard the pieces so it don’t fall apart.
We can hear you talk, got secret spies to tape you in the dark.
Doll, don’t live off the edge. Sleep in bed alone.
Blood dripping down her nose. Getting it all over her clothes.
Guess comfort in skin, don’t come from within.
She looks like she could use some help. I might have to help myself.
I can’t stop thinking about what I’m gonna do to you.
02 Spit on It (01:53)
This is a list in no particular order of the things that can keep a man stuck inside the fear of outside.
The cannibal clerks that make mistakes only to blame themselves on you.
Grease in the palms of giant companies that should be building bombs.
Fastback frills that curdle over weeks give me the chills.
Prevent awareness!
Lost advice generously spilling from the mouths of decrepit casualties who save their souls from forces
that breed control. It wasn't always this way. Industry slaves catch the wave that kills art for pay.
I'm gonna feed you your children and eat from your bowl. Sorely sought sounds more like poorly taught.
Prevent awareness!
Weather and feather. Ignored and vilified.
This ain't no list. There ain't no order. Keep your head stuck inside.
Fear of outside. You're stuck on inside. You suck on inside. Let's go out.
03 On the Lash (04:00)
Feel like something’s always been wrong.
Love of life is hitting way too strong.
May be we were born too late. May be not born at all.
Lets try and cure your latest pains.
Prescribe the life that’s driving me insane.
Tragic turn of fatal flaws. My heart’s burnt to black.
Feel like the storms come to cut me down.
On the lash, it’s time to get the hell out of this town.
Attention spans a moment’s escape.
These escapes they come so small.
Tragic turns and curses the walls.
Mine ain’t coming back, but I can fake it.
All the best learn to live life like a vampire.
And tell their stories to the campfire.
Doesn’t everybody know they gotta lose themselves once in a while?
Sleep all day just to kill time. Let the sun slide out of the sky.
Doesn’t everybody know?
I can feel it. Can’t you feel it now? Feels like stealing.
Come on lets start the healing. Gimme feeling.
04 Caviar (03:15)
Looking like she needs a miracle, out here so late just looking for a drug.
Give her something so she can fall in love. True love hits like death from above.
Let’s dance to the beat of a different drug. She wants to feel real.
Let’s get protection out of thin air. We sell injection. Give me perfection.
I’ll sleep on the floor. Tell them you were alone. They’ll call you a whore.
Domesticated. Devastated. There’s no bright side.
You’ll make more. Bitch pay for my ride.
10 Meatmaker (02:10)
Trying to get clean just kept him out You know you lose your head when you fuck with that stuff Time time time time he got the most Time time time time he got the most Got Loaded, got locked up agian He said he dosnt have any real friends Get Loaded got locked up agian He dont have any real friends He'll talk about choking you in our sleep His momma dont want him around her kids Time time time time he got the most
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