Tu sei il passeggero. Al volante c'è un giovanotto inesperto. Va a tutta velocità. Guida discretamente, ti fa sentire l'adrenalina, ogni tanto sbanda un pò. A ogni sbandata ti viene da vomitare. Ma sotto sotto ti stai divertendo. I Trivium tornano al volante dopo due anni, proponendo alle masse il loro quarto album: undici brani, per sessantasei minuti all'insegna della melodia. Matt Heafy rispolvera lo screaming, assente quasi del tutto nel loro precedente cd, rendendo questo "Shogun" più eterogeneo. Play: i primi secondi del disco sono un richiamo acustico al refrain dell'ultima traccia, esauriti i quali ascolto "Kirisute gomen", una hit. Noto numerose hits tra gli undici brani in questione: il songwriting è, ora più che mai, votato all'airplay. Altre hits di sicuro successo sono le numero tre, quattro e sette: brani di impatto immediato, fatti di riffs semplici, ritornelli irresistibili (odiosi?) e scarsa longevità. "Shogun", il brano conclusivo, è una suite, una novità per questa band. I primi quattro minuti scorrono come qualsiasi altro brano, poi ci si adagia su delicati arpeggi e un canto in bassa tonalità*, per poi aumentare gradualmente intensità, fino a tornare al refrain, a mio avviso il più riuscito dell'album. "Stride" più che in altri lavori il classico accostamento tra lo screaming, mai così gutturale come in certi istanti di quest'album, al canto freddo e pregno di medodie trendy. Nonostante ciò, noto un'accresciuta esperienza nella stesura dei brani: è uno "stridore" che suona meglio. Sono stati furbi, questi giovanotti: hanno disegnato un puzzle più grande. Così l'utente, nel dare uno sguardo d'insieme, fa più fatica a vedere le giunture tra i pezzi che lo compongono. Temerarietà: Matt Heafy gioca con il fuoco. Rubacchia riffs al metallo estremo ed elabora melodie cool, a volte ispirate, a volte stomachevoli. Il risultato? Quantomeno interessante. Non vorrei ammetterlo, nemmeno a me stesso. Non mi lascio andare, non mi fido del teppistello al volante che si crede un pilota. Pur tuttavia, ci sa fare. Se solo riuscissi a pormi più rilassato sul sedile! Data la folle velocità, mi salirebbe l'adrenalina. Senza pregiudizi, né ricordi del passato, sarebbe divertente. Bene: ho voglia di farci un altro giro. *La timbrica della suddetta bassa tonalità mi ricorda da vicino un cantante di un'altra band, quando usa anch'egli quella tonalità in certe sue canzoni (vedi The Unforgiven 2). Tanta è la somiglianza che sono andato a controllare sul libretto eventuali special guests.
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01 Kirisute Gomen (06:27)
He who walks the fire breathes
He who walks the fire breathes
Unlike the rest
Living by the bloody creed
Kirisute gomen
Air of battle tasting stale
Reeks of deceit
Send the bitter straight to hell
Kirisute gomen
In their wretched guts all they want is to feed
Unending covetous hunger known as greed
As the last legion makes it's way to the skies
I can see in their eyes
They've already died
Inside, but as for the outside
I'll take their fucking heads
Quake has bred with the storm
Conceiving war
Wicked stampeding hordes
Kirisute gomen
In their wretched guts all they want is to feed
Unending covetous hunger known as greed
As the last legion makes it's way to the skies
I can see in their eyes
They've already died
Inside, but as for the outside
I'll take their fucking heads (x2)
Chorus:
I will never be what they
Want me to
I live by my own path in life
No turning back now
I won't be held down
Forced into a shallow grave built upon their empty ways
There's no turning back
There's hell to pay
such disarray
A bloodied mess
flesh masquerade
With all the blood making a flood
You made your path by crossing us
He who spits the fire seethes
All he detests
Decapitating
bloody creed
Kirisute gomen
In their wretched guts all they want is to feed
Unending covetous hunger known as greed
As the last legion makes it's way to the skies
I can see in their eyes
They've already died
Inside, but as for the outside
I'll take their fucking heads (x2)
Chorus
I will never be what they
Want me to
I live by my own path in life
There's no turning back
05 Throes of Perdition (05:54)
Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting
With the whole world: my firing squad
At the edge of the world I'm faced out
Staring the sun right in the eye
Vultures circle above, hyenas mocking the kill
Excrement drooling down their chins
Atop the cliffs I look down, into the starving Hell-mouth
The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth
Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet
As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim"
They say I'll live, if I die for their cause
Living under the rule of fellow Cro-Magnon fool
They fear who leads and will kill to stay still
Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet
Without eating from their claws
Life feels like Hell should
But this Hell’s so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it
Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies
As we melt, drowning inside their bloodied eyes
Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die
Die!
Die!
Life feels like Hell should
But this Hell’s so cold
Pull another knife out
Stick it with the rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it
GO!
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die!
11 Shogun (11:54)
Won't walk the Earth a specter
Won't hold my tongue from lashing out
This is my writ of honor
Drawn by the blood that I have shed
The beasts will soon assemble
Conjoining in their putrid flesh
Their hearts don't beat desire
They pump violence and poison
Flesh opens up, blood's retreating
Flesh opens up, blood's retreating
Death's embracing, all is ending
Death's embracing, all is ending
Time will not heal all of your pain
I cannot wait for it all to come crashing
Down
The monsters walk among us
Leeching the blood out from what's good
Infecting at transmission
Swallowing innocence from life
Our time has come to stand forth
The wretched womb from which they feed
Behold the loathsome demons
Send them into the hell they made
Flesh opens up, blood's retreating
Flesh opens up, blood's retreating
Death's embracing, all is ending
Death's embracing, all is ending
Time will not heal all of your pain
I cannot wait for it all to come crashing
Down on your face, ripping your veins out
Your insides win and kill you from within
And the seas will rise as serpents
Spawned from the mouth of Earth's surface
Soon the skies will fall fast, burning
Open wide and eat the suffering
The pulse is now quickening
Softly, it's painstaking
Look within to calm the storm
Raging inside the form
There's no turning back
For I'm witness to the changing
Take all you have brought to sacrifice
For you will lose much more
If you succeed in this battle
You still will lose so much more
The pulse is now quickening
Softly, it's painstaking
Look within to calm the storm
Raging inside the form
There's no turning back
For I'm witness to the changing
Take all you have brought to sacrifice
For you will lose much more
If you succeed in this battle
You still will lose so much more
4x
Time has come to face all evil
Now the seas rise up as serpents
Spawned from the mouth of Earth's surface
As the skies now fall fast burning
Open wide and face the suffering
The inferno spews out hell's horde
Casting the flames upon our world
As death eclipses all the light
We make our last stand, 'til death: fight
Time will not heal all of your pain
I cannot wait for it all to come crashing
Down!
Time will not heal all of your pain
I cannot wait for it all to come crashing
Down on your face, ripping your veins out
Your insides win and kill you from within
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Altre recensioni
Di Hell
Qualcuno tagli le corde vocali a Heafy.
I ragazzi suonano ma senza criterio e senza rendere una sola canzone veramente memorabile come han fatto, a loro tempo, i Metallica o i Megadeth.
Di Crimson87
Le parti strumentali sono tutte estremamente curate, Heafy e compagni sfoggiano una tecnica sopraffina.
Shogun è uno spartiacque nella carriera dei Trivium, la loro opera finora meglio riuscita.
