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Ho ascoltato a lungo questo disco prima di recensirlo.
Volevo che il fastidioso e martellante battage pubblicitario cessasse e volevo metabolizzare per bene questo lavoro, che tanto clamore ha suscitato nella stampa specializzata, senza incorrere in giudizi affrettati.
Purtroppo i The Kills, la graziosa VV alla chitarra e lo sfigatissimo Hotel all'altra 6 corde, arrivano nel momento sbagliato e dal posto sbagliato (New York). Propongono (che novità!) un rock'n'roll intriso di blues delle origini e macchiato da varie influenze tutte veramente troppo riconoscibili come i Rolling Stones e soprattutto i Velvet Underground.
Clamorosa a mio parere la somiglianza con i Boss Hog, con VV che fa Christina Martinez e Hotel che fa Jon Spencer ("Pull A U"). Altrettanto evidente è il paragone con i Royal Trux, sempre un duo, sempre un lui e una lei con questo atteggiamento da tossici all'ultimo stadio che sono lí per caso. "Hand" ricalca in pieno "Corruption" di Iggy Pop...
Ritroviamo prepotentemente anche i Suicide, che si riconfermano tra i 10 gruppi piú influenti di sempre. L'uso della drum machine infatti non può che rimandare al duo Vega-Rev, anche se i pezzi sono "umanizzati" da chitarre a profusione davvero martellanti e distorte.
La batteria elettronica rende il ritmo molto claustrofobico e intenso ma rischia di ingabbiare le canzoni e renderle ripetitive. L'antidoto sarebbe quello di inserire qualche virtuosismo per spezzare la monotonia ma di assoli non se ne parla. Mi viene il dubbio che sia un loro limite tecnico più che una scelta voluta.
Qual è il gap culturale (o economico?) che separa i giornali musicali che incensano gruppi del genere, rispetto ai "compratori di cd" che si accorgono clamorosamente di certe nefandezze compiute ai loro danni? Se, come me, avete ascoltato e amato i gruppi che ho citato nella recensione, questo disco vi suonerà come qualcosa di già visto e sentito, a tratti al limite del plagio.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Cat Claw (03:32)
It's time to stand on tough fingers, and (?)
Tell me sugar how you felt here, yeah c'mon sugar, tell now
Stand your face until it (?) on fire
Won't keep up with the law, it's such a long walk
If this all goes well you won't have nothing
So tell you dead wrong, dead wrong
And now you're long gone
Hang out for minute and rethink
Question, tell me what she'd done
Just one, cause I can't see nothing
So, one, two and...
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
Got my hand caught in a cat claw, scream!
Everyone's that time looks around, they're talking trees, you know
Never know who's coming, might easy be me, you know
Give up for my love, cause that's too much, fuck!
So, one, two and...
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
Oh...
It's time to stand on tough fingers, and (?)
Tell me sugar how you felt now, yeah c'mon sugar, tell now
Stand your face until it (?) on fire
Won't keep up with the law, it's such a long walk
So, one, two and...
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
You got it, I want it!
03 Pull a U (03:23)
Pull a u in a sexy car
Got your black magic
And your two dollar
Pull a u in ya dust dusty car
Got your black magic
And your two dollar love
Pull a u with your sexy (?)
Got your black magic
And your two dollar love
Pull a u honey, and get me too
I'm your black magic
And your two dollar, go right
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
Don't clean it up
Don't lean it back
Get on the hood
Ain't nothing to lose
Sit at your two dollar love
They pull the string on everything
Your black magic
And your two dollar love, go right
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
I'm not trying to wake you up
Black magic and your two dollar love
Black magic and your two dollar love
Black magic and your two dollar love
Black magic and your two dollar love
Go right
10 Fuck the People (04:17)
You want a warning
You got a warning
You want a warning
You got a warning
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
You want a warning
Ya' got a warning
Stab your back
You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back
You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back
Hey, fuck the people
Hey, fuck the people
Last moon a cigarette
Hang myself on a chandelier
Laughin' at another on a funny thing
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back
Hey, fuck the people
Hey, fuck the people
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back
Last moon a cigarette
Hang myself on a chandelier
Laughing at another on a funny thing
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
Bet you something I can get your mouth shut
You want a warning
You got a warning
Stab your back
Hey, fuck the people
Hey, fuck the people
Fuck the people
Fuck the people
11 Monkey 23 (03:06)
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me act like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me act like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me talk like that
There's a monkey on my back
Makes me act like that
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