Circa 40 milioni di italiani amano il calcio. E circa 20 milioni di italiani si ritrovano a "cantare" allo stadio quell'"oh oh oh oh" di merda su un motivetto che, per tanti (tantissimi) di loro è di una canzone dance dei M@D che si chiama "the concert", senza sapere minimamente che quel motivetto tanto orecchiabile è in realtà il riff di chitarra più importante dai tempi di quel bel giro di chitarra distorta che suonava Kurt Cobain all'inizio di "Smells like a teen spirit".
L'autore di codesta impresa è Jack White, chitarra, voce, mente, autore e produttore dei White Stripes, con gli Strokes sono la più importante sensation rock da tanto (tantissimo) tempo a questa parte.
La canzone che contiene il riff si chiama "Seven Nation Army" ed è una delle perle di un album che, nonostante qualche caduta di tono nelle midtempo (come "Balls and Biscuits"), è una pietra miliare del nu-rock. Sia ben chiaro: gli Stripes non hanno creato niente. Il loro è blues rock suonato però in modo minimale (minimalissimo) e con una violenza poco comune nel rock moderno, una sorta di visceralità punk che rende quell'estetica lo-fi bellissima e originale. I pezzi migliori sono i rock'n'roll tirati ("Black Math", "Girl you have no faith in medicine", "Hypnotize") e alcune ballate decisamente ok ("I just don't know what to do with myself" e "I wanna be the boy to warm your mother's hearth").
Un disco da ascoltare e riascoltare, perchè ogni volta vi sembrerà più bello. Potrà sembrarvi anche che Jack e Meg non sappiano suonare e che il suono sia troppo scarno, ma, alla fine, realizzerete che, per quello che fanno e per il loro scopo, tutto ritorna.
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01 Seven Nation Army (03:52)
I'm going to fight 'em off
A seven nation army couldn't hold me back
They're gonna rip it off
Taking their time right behind my back
And I'm talking to myself at night
Because I can't forget
Back and forth through my mind
Behind a cigarette
And a message coming from my eyes says leave it alone
Don't want to hear about it
Every single one's got a story to tell
Everyone knows about it
From the Queen of England to the hounds of Hell
And if I catch you coming back my way
I'm going to serve it to you
And that ain't what you want to hear
But that's what I'll do
And a feeling coming from my bones says find a home
I'm going to Wichita
Far from this opera, forever more
I'm going to work the straw
Make the sweat drip out of every pore
And I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding and I'm bleeding
Right before my Lord
All the words are going to bleed from me
And I will sing no more
And the stains coming from my blood tell me go back home
02 Black Math (03:04)
Oh, don't you think that I'm bound to react now?
Well, My fingers definitely turning to black now
yeeah
Maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeaah
My books are sitting at the top of the stack now
Well, The longer words are really breaking my back now
yeaah
Maybe I'll learn to understand,
Drawing a square with a pencil in hand, yeah
ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ahh, ahhh
Mathematically turning the page
Unequivocally showing my age
I'm practically center stage
Undeniably earning your wage
Well, maybe I'll put my love on ice
Teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeeaah
Listen master can you answer a question?
Is it the fingers, or the brain that you're teaching the lesson?
Oh, I can't tell you how proud I am
Writing down things I don't understand
Well, maybe I'll put my love on ice
And teach myself, maybe that'll be nice, yeeaah
yeeeah, yeeeah, yeeeah
05 In the Cold, Cold Night (02:58)
I saw you standing in the corner
On the edge of a burning light
I saw you standing in the corner
Come to me again, in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
You make me feel a little older
Like a full grown woman might
But when you're gone I grow colder
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
I see you walking by my front door
I hear the creaking of the kitchen floor
I don't care what other people say
I'm going to love you, anyway
Come to me again in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
I can't stand it any longer
I need the fuel to make my fire bright
So don't fight it any longer
Come to me again, in the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
And I know that you feel it too
When my skin turns into glue
You will know that it's warm inside
And you'll come run to me
In the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
In the cold, cold night
07 You've Got Her in Your Pocket (03:40)
You've got her in your pocket
And there's no way out now
Put it in the safe and lock it
'cause it's at home sweet home
Nobody ever told you that it was the wrong way
To trick a woman, make her feel she did it her way
And you'll be there if she ever feels blue
And you'll be there when she finds someone new
What to do
Well you know
You keep her in your pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in a safe and lock it
'cause it's home sweet home
The smile on your face
made her think she had the right one
Then she thought she was sure
By the way you two could have fun
But now she might leave
Like she's threatened before
Grab hold of her fast
Before her feet leave the floor
And she's out the door
'cause you want
To keep you in my pocket
Where there's no way out now
Put it in a safe and lock it
'cause it's home sweet home
And in your own mind
You know you're lucky just to know her
And in the beginning
all you wanted was to show her
But now you're scared
You think she's running away
You search in your hand for something clever to say
Don't go away
'cause I want
To keep her in your pocket
Where there's no way out
Put it in a safe and lock it
'cause it's home sweet home
home sweet home
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Altre recensioni
Di coppino
Le chitarre sembrano suonare come quando mio nonno, una volta, preso da una crisi di follia/pazzia si è messo a suonare la Fender di mio zio…
Il tempo di un ascolto veloce e già il disco è finito sotto al terrazzo insieme alle vecchie carcasse del pc.
Di ciaglia
Album molto più completo nella melodia e soprattutto negli arrangiamenti.
Jack in questo disco ha pensato bene di inserire in quasi tutte le canzoni la seconda chitarra, che rende il suono più gradevole pur rimanendo sempre duro e crudo garage rock!
Di Sir Psycho Sexy
Estrosi geni al servizio di una musica strana, semplice ma completa.
La particolarità della batteria non è un compromesso, ma una scelta musicale.
Di AR (Anonima Recensori)
"Questo è un signor disco, compatto e ruspante come non mai."
"Con loro fu un colpo di fulmine a ciel sereno: quel riff di basso è già un classico."
