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E venne, a metà '60, il garage rock per dare un senso ai Marshall, per riscattare i topi di cantina che passavano
intere giornate a spezzar corde, per donare nuova linfa ai veterani nostalgici del rock artigianale, ai nuovi del
"do it yourself" e, principalmente per giustificare, anzi, sdoganare il concetto che sporco, scarno e rude è bello.
Let's make it lo-fi! The Sonics, The Chocolate Watchband, 13th Floor Elevators, The Stooges e tante altre band furono
i pionieri di un genere che ancora oggi affascina e crea schiere di adepti in tutto il mondo.
I Von Bondies non sono rimasti indifferenti a tanta magnificienza. Incoscienza e ardore hanno accompagnato, sin
dall'esordio, questo sfrontato quartetto di Detroit che, in palese anacronismo, nella passata decade '00 pubblica
"Lack of Communication"(Sympathy for the Record Industry, 2001), un garage-rock vecchia scuola che sfida mode,
generi, tendenze e, impavidamente, non teme il confronto con i loro illustri, mirabili predecessori e concittadini MC5.
Nati nel 1997 come The Baby Killers, sucessivamente diventano The Von Bondies ["È un nome composto che si riferisce
e rende omaggio all'uomo che ha inventato il radar, l'uomo che ha inventato il commutatore e la donna che ha rubato
la mia auto la scorsa settimana..." (Jason Stollsteimer)].
Adottati e prodotti da Jack White (The White Stripes), "Lack Of Communication", come suggerisce il titolo, è una
amara considerazione sulla alienazione del genere umano, giorno dopo giorno sempre più incapace di intrattenere
relazioni sociali, rapporti affettivi con i propri simili, votato al culto del più egoistico edonismo e narcisismo.
Concetti che trapelano dalla title track e vengono riaffermati in "Shallow Grave": "Tu mi hai sepolto in una tomba poco
profonda, una senza nome, hai avvelenato i miei fiumi solo per cercare di addomesticarmi..." , evidenziandone anche
l'aspetto e la denuncia ecologica. Stollsteimer sputa parole e pennate di rabbia supportato dalla chitarra
d'accompagnamento di Marcie Bolen. "Going Down", superbo garage fortemente ispirato dal San Diego sound di
Gravedigger Five e Morlocks, si consuma in due minuti scarsi di pura energia old school. Il disco fluisce lentamente
sulle note dell'incantevole blues noir "Cass and Henry", momento di gloria per Don Blum che colpisce bene e duro cassa,
rullante e piatti con rullate e vibrati eccellenti, accompagnando la tragicomica storia di un amore gettato alle ortiche con
annesso tentato suicidio. Stesso copione per "Nite Train" e "Cryin'", ("Yeah crying, yeah sleeping, yeah kicking, yeah
keeping, all this pain inside of me") dalle liriche intense e struggenti nonostante il ritmo sostenuto del brano.
"In The Act" è uno dei momenti più belli ed intensi dell'opera. Aperto da un'arpeggio di chitarra classica, scandito al tempo
del pedale di Blum, il basso cede la scena al contrabbasso e quando Stollsteimer proferisce "That's about when I told her
to rearrange her life" in una travagliata bagarre di dissidi familiari e incomprensioni, culminata con un drink gettato in faccia,
attacca una spettrale slide guitar che solletica tutte le corde dell'anima. "Please Please Man" spinge con la grinta che
contraddistingue tutto l'lp (un disperato appello contro l'abbandono) e la final track "Sound Of Terror" dalle squisite sonorità
psychobilly alla Cramps, divide i suoi nove minuti e diciotto con una pastorale, deliziosa ghost track cantata interamente dalla
bassista Carrie Ann Smith (fidanzata con Jack White) e accompagnata da un Hammond che regala una surreale atmosfera retrò.
La band nel luglio del 2011 si congeda definitivamente dalla scena musicale con quattro album, svariati e.p., un tour europeo a
supporto dei White Stripes, un diverbio terminato in una furente zuffa tra White e Stollsteimer ed un buffo nome teutonico iscritto
nelle pagine della scena musicale della Detroit 2.0.
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01 In the Act (03:03)
I know where your girl was last night
She didn't put up too much of fight
More like a plea for somebody who had some time
Me and her, we were sitting and talking
Just planning on making something
That's about when I told her to rearrange her life
She got pissed and splashed a drink in my face
More like a plea for a more moral case
Why don't you go home and try to be a better wife?
Stemming from a life of seduction
Headed out by a life of precautions
Then you'll go home and try to be a better wife
03 Going Down (01:54)
One lost his way in the fame
The other one with his heart
The last one wasn't that simple
Yeah, You could tell right from the start
He had attitude like the Devil
Lips that speak the truth
He had the soul of an angel
He could see it in her, too
He could see it in her, too
Well, She ain't no Cinderella
And he ain't no flashy king
But if she keeps on treating him right
He's going to make that mockingbird sing
But if she treats him bad
He's going to send her on her way
Making her pay for all his troubles
'til her dying day
'til her dying day
She's going down
She's going down
She's going down
I'll send her on her way
She's going down
She's going down
She's going down
I'll send her on her way
She's going down
She's going down
She's going down
I'll send her on her way
She's going down
She's going down
She's going down
I'll send her on her way
She's going down
She's going down
She's going down
I'll send her on her way
She's going down
She's going down
She's going down
I'll send her on her way
She's going down
05 Cryin' (02:06)
Yeah, Crying
Yeah, Sleeping
Yeah, Kicking
Yeah, Keeping
All this pain inside of me
There ain't no monetary value, baby
Just heart and soul
Hustle us down to the river, child
Let it take control
Holding on to the chaos scene, Yeah
Pink ribbons and bows
Just stick with the rhythm, child
It'll save your soul
Geraldine, let it take control
Geraldine, let it save your soul
Yeah, Crying
Yeah, Sleeping
Yeah, Kicking
Yeah, Keeping
All this pain inside of me
06 Please Please Man (02:04)
Do you like the way I walk?
Do you like the way I talk?
Do you like me at all?
I'm your please-please man, baby
So don't ever let me go
I've been sleeping on your doorstep, girl
So don't ever try to come home
Please, please, yes
Please, please, no
I've been sleeping at your door
So don't ever come home
08 It Came From Japan (02:11)
Put away your cigarettes
And your high class attitude
Turn emotion to devotion
Baby I can see it in you too
We all hail hail from rock and roll
From behind a glass case
We all hail hail from rock and roll
From behind a glass case
Put away your cigarettes
And your high class attitude
Turn emotion to devotion
Baby I can see it in you too
We all hail hail from rock and roll
From behind a glass case
We all hail hail from rock and roll
From behind a glass case
Put away your cigarettes
And your high class attitude
Turn emotion to devotion
Baby I can see it in you too
We all hail hail from rock and roll
From behind a glass case
We all hail hail from rock and roll
From behind a glass case
From behind a glass case
From behind a glass case
10 Sound of Terror (03:28)
I'm the fly on flypaper
You're the rain on the web
Resurrected by demons
All shoutin' in my head
Its the lifeboat of sanity
The beacon in the dark
Let all hell's fury play the rhythm of your heart
Its the sound of terror
Its the sound of terror
It sleeps with the fear
All burrowing under your bed
Waiting for a signal
To bring this nightmare to and end
Its an affair of honour
Taken too far
Lets burn down st peter's and drive a stake through it heart
Its the sound of terror
Its the sound of terror
11 Nite Train (03:29)
How can I be down when I ain't been buried yet?
Ah-ooh ah-ooh
I smoke a cigarette, I ain't got no regrets
Ah-ooh ah-ooh
How can I be down when I ain't been buried yet?
Ah-ooh ah-ooh
Making snow angels to the break of dawn
Ah-ooh ah-ooh
Lying with ..... 'cause I don't give a d**n
Ah-ooh ah-ooh
Making snow angels to the break of dawn
Ah-ooh ah-ooh
Me and my brother ain't got no sister
just a bother at home
So we got two bottles of nite train, baby
And now we don't feel alone
Me and my brother ain't got no sister
Just a bother at home
12 Lack of Communication (03:32)
Well,tear down the Mona Lisa
Put your picture on the wall
Tell the world you love her
And i'm at your beck and call
And i'm the only Mona Lisa and
baby(x4)
that's all(x8)
Baby, I didn't mean you no harm
I just had some fun with some friends
I mean some girls in the city
Don't we get along?
Yeah,Don't we get along?
Yeah, don't we get along with our friends in the city?
Lord, I've been praying all day
Just take this pain and give it away
Don't leave no other witnesses
By the grace of God, I'm going to see you in Hell
About a Lack - Of - Communication
Lack - Of - Communication
Lack - Of - Communication
Well, tear down the Mona Lisa
Put your picture on the wall
Tell the world you love her
And you're at her beck and call
I am the only Mona Lisa and
baby(x4)
that's all(x8)
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