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Il ritorno delle "Ossa Rotolanti", come qualche irriverente giornalista ha ribattezzato Jagger & Soci, a circa otto anni di distanza dal precedente album "Bridges To Babylon" ha un che di miracoloso o se preferite, trattandosi degli Stones, qualcosa di satanico. Molti critici, come capita solitamente quando vengono toccati i propri beniamini, amano dividersi sul giudizio da riservare all’ultima fatica della rock'n’roll band più famosa del mondo (fosse anche soltanto per la scandalosa longevità), eppure su un aspetto sembrano concordare quasi tutti: "A Bigger Bang" è tutto fuorché la prorompente scarica di vitalità che questi quattro arzilli vecchietti vorrebbero accreditare.
Le pretestuose polemiche sulla controversa canzone contro l’amministrazione Bush (l’esplicita e impudente – come ai bei vecchi tempi? Ma certo, come no! – "Sweet Neo Con") non hanno appassionato neanche quei mass-media che, desiderosi di una qualsiasi notizia, pagherebbero perfino per un falso scoop. La produzione, affidata all’esperto Don Was, ha il compito di rendere presentabile una manciata di canzoni che definire “già sentite” sarebbe un ridicolo eufemismo; l’iniziale "Rough Justice", musicalmente parlando, è un ottimo biglietto da visita… Peccato che Jagger esordisca con un verso (“una volta eri la mia piccola pollastrella, adesso sei diventata una volpe”) che sa tanto di prematuro epitaffio.
Gli unici a non volersi arrendere all’inesorabile scorrere del tempo sono sempre loro. I Rolling Stones sanno suonare il blues ("Back Of My Hand") con l’indubbia autorevolezza di chi quegli accordi li ha masticati per anni, e per un istante sembra di assistere ad una jam-session sulle rive del Mississippi. La magia di un momento però, nel caso degli Stones, si chiama “mestiere” e ha davvero poco di magico. La disarmante mancanza di ispirazione che permea quest’album dovrebbe deprimere chi li ha amati e tenere alla larga (almeno da questo lavoro) chi non li ha mai ascoltati. Un disco da accantonare, in attesa di poter cantare a squarciagola “I can’ t get no satisfaction” ad uno degli innumerevoli concerti che, c’è da scommetterci, gli Stones terranno nei prossimi mesi in giro per il mondo.
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08 Biggest Mistake (04:07)
When love comes so late, it'll really hit hard
It slams through the gate, it'll catch you off guard
Everyone said, "What a perfect love match
'Cause she is so smart, she's a hell of a catch"
I was drinking in love, gulping it down
Drifting for months on a billowing cloud
But after awhile I stopped to rebel
I'm back in the past and I'm raising up hell
But I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
And I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
We'd been living together for over a year
The harmony's perfect, it rang loud and clear
But then very slowly, my nerves start to fray
The little things big, that's what they say
I acted impatient, I acted unkind
I took her for granted, I played with her mind
She didn't deserve it but it was too late
I walked out the door and left her to her fate
But I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
And I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
(WhoooWhooo Whooo....)
Now I'm down in a slump and I'm eating alone
I ruined the day with some friends on the phone
I never go out, I'm becoming a grouch
I just watch the TV and I drink on the couch
But if love comes again, I'll be really surprised
I'll grab it real fast, keep it right in my sights
'Cause I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
Well I think I've just made the biggest mistake of my life
11 Dangerous Beauty (03:48)
In your high school photo
You looked so young and naïve
Now I heard you got a nickname
The lady with the leash
Was it funny on the midnight shift
I bet you had your fair share of stiffs
There were onerous odors
I've got to admit
'Cause you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
It's so plainfully plain to us
You're doing your duty
Who you got there in that hood, you look so fancy in those photographs
With your rubber gloves on you're a favorite with the Chiefs of Staff
You're doing such a wonderful job
You're a natural at working with dogs
Keeping everyone awake at night
With a touch of the prods
Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
Yeah, disdainfully, painfully
A bit of booty, yeah
You're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
Beauty
Well you're a dangerous, dangerous
A dangerous beauty
If I was your captain, would you salute me
What I say
Yeah everybody
Beauty
Everybody now, yeah
Are you one bad apple in a box
Yeah, dangerous
Dealing out electric shocks
I've seen the gloves coming off
Dangerous
If looks could be killing, I bet you shoot me now
12 Laugh, I Nearly Died (04:55)
I've been travelling but I don't know where
I've been missing you but you just don't care
And I've been wandering, I've seen Greece and Rome
Lost in the wilderness, so far from home
Yeah, yeah
I've been to Africa, looking for my soul
And I feel like an actor looking for a role
I've been in Arabia, I've seen a million stars
Been sipping champagne on the boulevards - yes
I'm so sick and tired
Trying to turn the tide, yeah
So I'll say my goodbye
Laugh, laugh
I nearly died
I've been down to India, but it froze my bones
I'm living for the city, but I'm all alone
I've been travelling, but I don't know where
I've been wandering, but I just don't care
I hate to be denied
How you hurt my pride
I feel pushed aside
But laugh, laugh, laugh
I nearly died
Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide
Living in a fantasy but it's way too far
But this kind of loneliness is way too hard
I've been wandering, feeling all alone
I lost my direction and I lost my home...Well
I'm so sick and tired
Now I'm on the side
Feeling so despised
When you laugh, laugh
I almost died
(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide)
I hurt my pride, hurt my pride, hurt my pride (Been travelling far and wide)
Been travelling, yeah
(Been travelling far and wide
Wondering who's going to be my guide)
(Been travelling far and wide)
16 Infamy (03:47)
Don't you know you've got it in for me
I knew it right from the start
I'm still learning my lines baby
Since you've rewritten my part
Oh why have you got it in for me
Things they are not what they seem
You're living in a nightmare baby
But I mistook it for a dream
Yeah just for a dream
But I mistook it all for a dream, yeah
You've got it in for me
I know you've got it in for me
You didn't miss a thing
It's you that wrote the song, baby
But me who's got to sing
I knew you had it in for me
Where you take it from here?
We got along so famously
This time you made it clear, yeah
You made it very, very clear
You made it abundantly clear
You've got it in for me
I knew it right from the start
You've already convicted me
Why are you hard on my heart
Ooh you're right on my heart
Oh yes so hard
So hard on my heart (you got it in for me)
Ooh in for me, baby (you got it in for me)
Why, baby, why baby why? (you got it in for me)
All you want to do is wipe the floor with me (you got it in for me)
Come on - why, baby, why? (you got it in for me)
Hummm (you got it in for me)
Right from the start (you got it in for me)
Yes you've got it in for me (you got it in for me)
In for me right from the start (you got it in for me)
I should have seen it coming (you got it in for me)
Fine, fine heart (you got it in for me)
Ooh yeah... (you got it in for me)
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Altre recensioni
Di primiballi
Gli Stones fanno parte della musica classica del secondo novecento, e vi invito a diffidare di quelli che lo negano.
Questi quattro nonnetti, anche quando si sforzano poco, sono infinitamente migliori di tutti i giovani emuli che, ahimé, si trovano ad avere.
Di jodo
Forse non conta più ormai sentire gli Stones, ma essere sicuri, vedere che sono ancora vivi e si muovono (come marionette).
Non importa la qualità delle canzoni (un po’ bruttine per altro) ma il fatto che i vecchacci riescano a essere 100 volte più duri dei mosci epigoni ventenni.
Di Torre Ste
La Musica è tornata sul pianeta terra.
'You call yourself a Christian think yourself a hypocrite You say you are a patriot I think that you’re a crock of shit'
Di JeyTonMan
Fare il rock a 60 anni non è mica uno scherzetto.
Sembra pappa riscaldata ed esclami: 'Che due palle!'
Di aza@virgilio.it
Questo disco, se fosse stato composto e suonato da quella mezza cartuccia di Jack White, avrebbe fatto gridare al miracolo.
I riff sono belli granitici, il blues è molto blues e le ballatone strappacore fanno venire voglia di trovare un'anima gemella, perderla, ritrovarla e farci 25 figli.
