giovedì 30 settembre 2010
HANK WILLIAMS III - Damn, right, rebel proud (Nashville, 2008)
Drinking and smoking all the time.
Questa è la dimensione da cui prende vita il countrypunk di Hank III, figlio e nipote di Hank Williams jr. ed Hank Williams, entrambi leggende del country.
Un disco a nervi scoperti da amare o da non capire, un disco che trasuda Bukowski ed americanità.
C' è pure un pezzo di 10 minuti dedicato a GG Allin che metto in anteprima
La leggerezza dell' american nightmare
Più di così.....
Ah sì.... 320 Kbps
I drink a lotta whiskey, smokin all the time
I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night
Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights
And I'm livin fast and hard and dyin hard with my god damn
Loaded fists of fury, doin what I do
And I'm spittin in your face because I'm dominatin you
Livin hard and doin time cuz I don't give a fuck
I've been beat down and thrown around and now you're out of luck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
Well I'm always gettin loaded on the evil side of town
That's where I'm hangin out cuz I'm always feelin down
Livin fast and lonely, doin what I do
And I'm lookin for a whore gunna fuck her black and blue
My blood is like a poison, always raping you
Til I make you see a side that you never ever knew
Doin what I'm doin and I'm always fuckin hard
And I'm doin dope and smokin smoke and now I'm stealin cars
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
I drink a lotta whiskey, smokin all the time
I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night
Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights
And I'm livin fast and hard and diein young with my god damn
Loaded fists of fury, doin what I do
And I'm spittin in your face cuz I'm dominatin you
Livin hard and doin time cuz I don't give a fuck
I've been beat down and thrown around and now you're out of luck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch...Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
Punch, Fight, Fuck
(And plus the fact that I don't fit into a certain genre, I don't fit in with this band or that band and I don't play this game or that game ya know, I don't kiss the political ass of the music system, I do it my way, above all, any way I feel, with anyone I can get who's willing to come along for the flight)
Pt. II
Well I drink a lot of whiskey and I'm smokin all the time
And I'm gettin fucked up every god damn night
Everybody's doin cocaine and startin up fights
And I'm livin fast and hard
And dyin young with my fists upright
Livin fast and lonely, doin what I do
And I'm spittin in your face because I'm dominatin you
Livin hard and doin time cause I don't give a fuck
And I've been beat down and thrown around
And now my friend you're out of luck
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
I've done my share of raisin hell since the day I was born
Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
And I've done my share of raising hell ever since '71
I'm always gettin loaded on the evil side of time
That's where I'm hangin out cuz I'm always down
Livin fast and lonely and using what I use
And I'm lookin for a whore and I'm gonna fuck her black and blue
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
Well I've done my share of raisin hell ever since the day I was born
Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
And I've done my share of raising hell ever since '71
Well I'm always fuckin drinkin, drinkin myself blind
Drinkin my own blood because I'm above the human kind
Don't give a fuck and I'm always fuckin mad
And don't you ever think about puttin me in your god damn rehab
My blood is like a poison always raping you
It's gonna make you see a side that you never fuckin knew
Doin what I'm doin and I'm always fuckin hard
And now I'm doin dope smokin smoke
Sometimes I gotta steal me a car
Cuz I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
I've done my share of raisin hell since the day I was born
Yeah I Punch Fight Fuck (Punch Fight Fuck!)
Just to get me along (Just to get me stoned!)
And I've done my share of raisin hell ever since '71
Yeah I've done my share of raisin hell ever since the day I was born
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mercoledì 29 settembre 2010
V.A. - Hardcore evolution (Jungle hop, 1989)
1989. Francia. Hardcore evolution. Hardcore: la Maman comune. Evolution: l' interpretazione personale degli insegnamenti di Maman.
Les gnomes la vedono tiratissima, lisergica, e con frequenti sbalzi di tempo, arrivando addirittura a farle coniare un linguaggio alieno.
Gli Original disease prediligono il suo aspetto melodico e frizzante e non si stupirebbero affatto vedessero la Maman imbracciare uno skate.
Ora smetto con la metafora della Maman perché mi sto incasinando fin troppo e vado più schietto.
Dei lionesi Parkinson square abbiamo già parlato qua e in questo caso si ricdonfermano ad altissimi livelli con un pezzone bello pistato ed originale.
Anche dei grandissimi MST abbiamo già parlato qua ed anche in Hardcore evolution devastano ogni cosa.
Particolari i "terrificanti" Smegmatics che praticamente ci raccontano la trama di Shining su una lancinate colonna sonora di finissimo H/C old school. REDRUUUUUM!!
Old school anche per gli Infected youth, ma improntato più sul rigore di esecuzione. Tecnicissimi e precisi al micromillesimo.
I Flitox sono ufficialmente i Sick of it all francesi... un piacere per le orecchie.
Questi gli highlights di Hardcore evolution per quanto mi riguarda; il resto ve lo faccio scoprire da voi.
In anteprima vi beccate Les gnomes
Au revoir
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martedì 7 settembre 2010
MOJO NIXON - Gadzooks!!! The homemade bootleg
Qua troviamo rarità, out-takes, demos, pezzi apparsi in diverse compilations e qualche singolo.
Cowpunk assoluto che ha il sapore tanto dell' aria del North Carolina quanto degli abusi di sostanze stupefacenti. Assolutamente geniali i testi che vanno necessariamente letti durante l' ascolto per apprezzare appieno l' opera.
Wake up boys!
This is your life!
Come on son
well the vice principles always in your face
tellin you what to do.
That brainless twit can kiss my ass
Yaba-Daba-Do
Liberate a six-pack
I ain't goin' back cuz
Highschool is a prison
and you, you gotta get free!
Hey mom
the school prom
makes no history
Let me tell you
Well the fool go crazy and are ready to ride
it's your life,
you decide!
are you gonna explode
and make a cheerleader drool
or stay at home and be a fool
Cut your F(?) up to eleven
Blast 'em all, straight to heaven
Highschool is a prison
and you, you gotta get free!
Hey mom
the school prom
makes no history
I got a little history lesson for you
Let me tell ya'
Put some X-Lax in your english teachers food
Wanna see you runnin' through the halls
stark raving nude!
(???)rock is in your hand son
boy you better roll
You gotta make the shot
scream and drool
electrify their souls
Boy let me hear that you failed 'em
Son it's gonna be your (?)
Highschool is a prison
and you, you gotta get free!
Hey mom
the school prom
makes no history
Highschool is a prison
and you, you gotta get free!
Hey mom
the school prom
makes no history
History in the making,
oh!
alright,
yeah!
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THE SENSATIONAL ALEX HARVEY BAND - Next... (Glasgow, 1973)
allora. per cominciare, mentre leggete potreste gia' mettere a scaricare il disco, cosi' risparmiate tempo. tanto e' impossibile che ve ne pentiate.
gruppo semisconosciuto, ma assolutamente di straculto, con un frontman che e' la quintessenza del rock'n'roll: testi oltraggiosi (ain't nothing like a gang bang to blow away the blues), deliranti ma anche lucidi, voce stridente, e un'intramontabile maglietta a righe.
nonappena avrete finito di saltellare furiosamente al primo ascolto, potreste buttarvi su youtube per dare un'occhiata alle performance live del gruppo, cosi', per fugare ogni eventuale dubbio su quale sia stata la piu' grande band di Glasgow di tutti i tempi..
si, lo so, gli AC/DC sono di provenienza glaswegian, ma li annoveriamo come australiani in questo caso. resta il fatto che, vuoi per l'affinita' vocale, vuoi per il tiro ineccepibile, io sono convinta che Bon Scott sia stato un fan di Alex Harvey.
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