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Black Sabbath meets Misfits, stavolta è questa la formula.
L'uomo gigante verde (non Hulk) o fratello di Lurch (chiamatelo come vi pare) è tornato: "Dead Again" è forse il disco dei TON che mostra e sintetizza di più le svariate influenze e sfaccettature della loro musica, dove passano dai Black Sabbath a velocità punk'n'roll con estrema facilità.
Seguendo infatti le coordinate punk del precedente come "i dont wanna be me" o "i like goils", hanno accentuato appunto la componente punk/hardcore, non relegandola più a episodi fini a sè stessi come quelli sopraccitati ma inserendola nel contesto doom, dove i due stili si alternano a vicenda tramite accellerazioni o rallentamenti più o meno improvvisi (vedi: sprofondamenti nella melma paludosa verde): è una goduria sentirli passare da macigni di doom sulfureo a delle schegge come niente fosse.
Doom, punk, hardcore, sludge, gothic, dark, pop, soli di chitarra (classici come stile e molto più presenti rispetto al passato) e vocalizzi/acuti anni '80, è un vero spasso nella casa degli orrori dei Type O Negative, dove l'atmosfera è sempre favolosamente "creepy" e malsana.
Un'altro punto a favore è che in molti frangenti si avverte un sound estremamente simile a quello dell'album "II" dei splendidi Down, e non è un caso che i TON (ri)peschino lo sludge/doom anche dei Crowbar (altra ingiustamente sottovalutata band legata ai Down), dove il comune denominatore è sempre e comunque Black Sabbath.
Riguardo all'importanza storica e al valore dei TON, sicuramente uno dei loro maggiori meriti è stato quello di aver alleggerito e reso fruibile un genere ostico come il doom, avendolo trasportato in cima alle classifiche rock/metal grazie al loro talento, intuizione e gusto nell'averlo stemperato con atmosfere gotiche e melodie molto orecchiabili al limite del pop che hanno fatto breccia nei cuori di tante ragazze. Da segnalare, a questo proposito la presenza di Tara VanFlower dei Lycia come guest-vocalist in "Halloween in Heaven". Un disco fatto di citazioni (o autocitazioni), ma non privo di canzoni davvero valide e destinate a diventare altri classici del loro repertorio: un miscuglio forse un pò confusionario ed eccessivo (anche a causa della durata media lunga di ogni canzone), ma davvero bello e dopotutto sabbathiano fino al midollo. E neanche il sarcasmo bastardo che li ha contraddistinti manca, insomma non c'è da preoccuparsi perchè la loro personalità è sempre presente.
Stavolta i TON hanno fatto un bel centro, riuscendo forse a mettere d'accordo sia i seguaci di sonorità apocalittiche che gli ascoltatori di suoni gotici più immediati e meno oppressivi.
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02 Tripping a Blind Man (07:04)
Say the word and I'll be healed
opened eyes grease my wheels
Since my vision's be restored
Trip me once shame on you
Trip me twice I'm the fool
Thought it's hidden I've been cured
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn you cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
This is how you spend life
Amused by another's strife
Makes me so sad and confused
Someone's pain you leisure
Can't explain sick pleasure
I'm so glad I'm not you
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn you cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
Throwing wrenches gave a false sense of power
What started sweet will soon turn sour
You think it's your place to dispense justice
Well I've been sent to judge the judges
God damn love 'cause it's breaking my heart
And if I had one wish I'd see in the dark
Tripping a blind man so easy to do
Tripping a blind man why can't it be you?
You want to play God and I know you will
If that's the case I'll be the devil
Now who the fuck are you to discipline me
Innocence condemned by the guilty?
God damn love 'cause it's breaking my heart
And if I had one wish I'd see in the dark
Tripping a blind man so easy to do
Tripping a blind man why can't it be you?
Losing his grip on his seeing eye dog's spikey collar
Panicking, the startled pet ran to the street
Sanitation truck skidding unable to stop
Shoveled up what was left of his canine spot
As they left, the ground turned muddy crimson
Where's my mutt? The victim requested
EMS responded “he had to say bye”
Teary eyed, the old man cried then died (he died)
Patience is divine but the virtue is not mine
Turn your cheek gets ripped off
That's why God gave us four
03 The Profit of Doom (10:47)
Goodbye cruel world
Of this shape a star of five
Also applies to the one with six sides
Against the sun and against the moon
I warn you that these two combined
Will bring man's doom
Of ten horns and seven heads
Count your fingers and the continents
On your head or in your right hand
This new moral code that the media commands
Believe not in their clever words
Because faith indict(ed) are the loudest heard
All these things I say are true
Understood sadly by a chosen few
April 2029 the final time the end my friend is not near
The hour in fact is quite here (when the moon becomes red
To guide the living dead
This means god's turned his back on you)
It's a Friday 13th of course you won't live too see noon
I am a prophet of doom
So now the star has fallen washing away the seas
The seventh seal's been opened it's running your fears
(Are you paranoid the coming asteroid
Has got your name tattooed on it)
This stone's called apophis
It brings apocalypse
I am a prophet of doom
Speak the name of he created thee all to be
Which should not be spoken no laws broken
Now life and love the stars above
Which fall upon the all that worship the beast
Influence
My soul's on fire
My faith is my ember burning ever
Working towards a greater reward serving my lured
Built his home upon the rock not of the flock
But coming as a shepherd guarding his herd
My soul's on fire
04 September Sun (09:47)
September sun glowing golden hair
Now keep in mind son she was never there
October’s rust bisecting black storm clouds
Only the deaf hear my silent shouts
Yet in the dark still he screams your name
Nights living death with witch rhymes insane
Ten years amassed para toda mi vida?
Lost man in time was his name Peter
September sun rotted flat bush porch
I would have run then had I known the cost
Autumnal rays turned your eyes to stone
Did it give you pleasure to steal my soul?
Leave her alone
I said leave her alone
Me? I know why
08 Some Stupid Tomorrow (04:19)
I can’t play God forgiveness is hard
Forgiving also hard too
I have my orders
Blood’s thicker than water
Though much harder to clean up
IOI in on it, IOI in on it - never forget
Punching in walls to prove I've got balls
Only got me busted knuckles
Therapy is slow
And jail is a no
A rotting tit on which I suckle
IOI in on it, IOI in on it - never forget
Some stupid tomorrow - some stupid today
Some stupid tomorrow - go away, go away
Yesterday
09 An Ode to Locksmiths (05:15)
Been given the keys I knew I�d receive Be careful what you�re asking for Thy rod and thy staff simply twelve toned math An earful opening all doors Simon the roman gone fission for man If you�re caught is to be freed come open your lock By using a rock or sowing the proper seeds Woe to thee all woman of land, air, sea Adam was the serpent apple tween his knees Deduced by a snake worshiped by nations Banished forth from eden it�s the male who is satan From the tree of knowledge (a metaphor for sex) Plucked a ripened globs of fruit that of her innocence Since forbidden resisted forcing her to taste Now I know why girls hate boys cause eve was in fact raped We ain�t goin home got nowhere to go
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