Dopo la recensione che ho scritto qualche tempo fa su questo stesso sito ho avuto una visione: ho sognato Michelle Hunziker che mi baciava il ..........., oh scusate, questo non c'entra (forse). Comunque avendo letto i commenti dei miei illustrissimi colleghi (con commenti più o meno lusinghieri) mi sono sentito lusingato e allo stesso tempo spronato per continuare.
Così anziche godermi la gloria su un'amaca (come sta facendo l'Inter in questi giorni) proseguo recensendo un'altro album di MJ. Magari molti di voi ri staranno chiedendo quale, quale sarà la prossima tappa dell'impavido recensore da poco arruolato nell'esercito DeBaseriano? Bene, a stò giro si tratta di Blood on The DanceFloor, un'album creato per promuovere il superfortunatissimo album doppio HIStory e per trainare l'altrettanto fortunato HIStory tour che dimostrò che il marchio di Michael era ancora di altissima qualità eche lui stesso era una macchina da soldi per le case discografiche. Dopo HIStory sembrava che Mike si prendesse un periodo di riposo simile al dopo Thriller (Bad dovette aspettare ben 5 anni per venire alla luce). Invece no, perchè appena 2 anni dopo uscì Blood On The DanceFloor.
L'album inizia benissimo con la title-track che risulta molto ballabile, dotata di ottimo ritmo e ascoltabile da chiunque e con quel ritornello che ti entra in testa al primo ascolto e non ti esce più! Da notare poi l'intelligente miscuglio di generi musicali (latino americano per esempio) che rende indistinguibile l'interpretazione mediocre di MJ.
"Morphine" è una canzone con un tema estremamente delicato: l'uso della droga la quale Michael ne faceva uso (la morfina appunto). La voce del cantante è molto dura, con molti effetti sonori molto ben riusciti, ma la vera emozione inizia a metà canzone, quando il solito ritmo va a farsi benedire e si entra in un'intermezzo malinconico in cui MJ con voce struggente accompagnato da un piano ci parla degli effetti dannosi del Demerol. Tuttavia mentre stiamo ripensando a quante cose brutte abbiamo visto oggi al telegiornale, Mike ci riporta bruscamente alla realtà, e dopo un paio di ritornelli pesanti, in cui vorremmo toglierci le cuffie per andare a piangere come femminucce nella nostra cameretta o dalla nostra mamma (o moglie, o fidanzata, o amante), la canzone finisce improvvisamente con il coro che urla la parola "Morphine".
"Superflies Sister" è una canzone accettabile con un buon ritmo che, come "Blood On The DanceFloor"; cercò di intromettersi nei motivetti dance dell'epoca. Ascoltabile, ma niente di più.
E qui arrivano i carichi pesanti. La traccia successiva è "Ghosts", una ripetizione di "Thriller" in cui Michael non si copia, anzi si rinnova, sperimentando ambientazioni spettrali mai provate prima (del resto, come disse Ilpazzo, essendo un album di remix in caso di fallimento non ci avrebbe perso la faccia più di tanto). Stile o la va, o la spacca, e direi che per questa volta a Mike è andata di lusso.
Si passa poi a "Is It Scary" che si assomiglia molto a "Ghosts" (voce tenebrosa, ambientazione spettrale) sicuramente non un male. Il ritornello mistico è una perla per gli appassionati di musica (oddio, più che per gli appassionati direi per gli intenditori).
E va bene, ci siamo, è giunto il momento. E il turno dei remix. Va bene fanno schifo però magari se spulciamo qualche episodio degno di nota si trova. Si parte con il remix dell'originariamente ottima "Scream". Ehi, ma questa non è mica male accompagnata da tutti quegli effetti elettronici, si balla bene. Vale anche per "This Time Around", suonata su un ritmo tribale. Ma allora perchè tutti quei cattivoni dicono che l'album fa schifo per via dei remix? Perchè è la pura, fottuta, maledetta verità. Le uniche che si salvano sono quelle che ho già detto e in più, forse, "HIStory". Poi il buio, avanzando con le versioni storpiate di canzoni bellissime come "You Are Not Alone", "Earth Song", "Stranger in Moscow", ma per piacere.
Quindi per tirare le fila io darei un bel 2 ai maledetti remix e un 4 alle cinque inedite e, se non sbaglio, di media viene 3.
Detto questo passiamo alle statistiche: questo album ha venduto 6 milioni di copie, un FLOP, anche se l'ho detto e lo ripeto: 6 millioni di copie con un solo album se le sognano i cantanti italiani.
Ehi, bussano alla porta, chi sarà? No, ma voi dite? Secondo me no, un'attimo vado ad aprire.....................................................................................................................ANCORA VOI! NO NON MI TOCCATE AIUTO, AIUTO, AIUT..................EHI COS' E QUEL COSO NO NON VOGLIO, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, oh si vai! ancora! fammi urlare! oh non lo fare mica veramente! dai stavo scherzando! no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
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02 Morphine (06:29)
He got flat baby
Kick in the back baby
A heart attack baby
I need your body
A hot kiss honey
He's just a bitch baby
You make me sick baby
So unrelying
I'm such a swine baby
All down the line daddy
I hate your kind baby
So unreliable
A hot buzz baby
He's one of us baby
Another drug baby
You so desire
Trust in me
Trust in me
Put all your trust in me
You're doin' morphine
Hoo!
They got place baby
Kicked in the face baby
You hate your race baby
You're just a liar
Your every lick baby
Your dog's a bitch baby
You make me sick baby
You soul survivor
She never cut from me
She never cut baby
I had to work baby
You just a rival
Always to please daddy
Right up and leave daddy
You're throwing shame daddy
So undesirable
Trust in me
Just in me
Put all your trust in me
You're doin' morphine
Go'on babe
Relax
This won't hurt you
Before I put it in
Close your eyes and count to ten
Don't cry
I won't convert you
There's no need to dismay
Close your eyes and drift away
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking Demerol
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking Demerol
He's tried
Hard to convince her
To be over what he had
Today he wants it twice as bad
Don't cry
I won't resent you
Yesterday you had his trust
Today he's taking twice as much
Demerol
Demerol
Oh God he's taking Demerol
Hee hee
Demerol
Demerol
Oh my, oh God it's Demerol
Hee
Oooh
Oh!
He got shit baby
Your dog's a bitch baby
You make me sick baby
You are a liar
Is truth a game daddy?
To win the fame baby?
It's all the same baby
You're so reliable
Trust in me
Trust in me
Put all your trust in me
She's doin' morphine
Hoo!
You just sit around just talkin' nothing
You're takin' morphine
Hoo!
Go'on baby
You just sit around just talking about it
You're takin' morphine
Hoo-hoo!
Just sit around just talking nothing about it
You're takin' morphine
You just sit around just talking about it
You're taking morphine
You just sit around just talkin' nothin'
And takin' morphine
Hoo-hoo
Something going down baby
You're takin' morphine
Go'on baby!
Hoo!
Hoo!
Morphine!
Do it!
Hoo!
He's takin' morphine
Morphine!
Morphine!
03 Superfly Sister (06:28)
Written by Michael Jackson
Composed by Michael Jackson and Bryan Loren
A shoo-heh
Oooh
Hee hee
A shoo
A shoo-heh
Woh
A shoo-heh
Woh
Hee
Love ain't what it used to be
That is what they're tellin' me
Push it in, stick it out
That ain't what it's all about
He wanna do somethin' freaky to you
He wanna wrap his arms all around you girl
He wanna shake it up, shake it down
Doin' it right
He wanna jump back, half flap, doin' it right
He wanna lay you down
Turn it up
Kickin' it loose
He wanna fly high, nigh high
Baby for you's
He wanna motormouth
Float around
Baby the back
He wanna shake it up, shake it down
Moving rou-ha-hound
Love ain't what it used to be (hee)
That is what they're tellin' me
Push it in, stick it out
That ain't what it's all about (woh)
Susie like to agitate
Get the boy and make him wait
Mother's preaching Abraham
Brothers they don't give a damn
He wanna do something freaky to you
He wanna wrap his arms all around you girl
He wanna do it up, make it hot
Deep in the night
He wanna eyeball
Get all
Playin' it right
He wanna turn the key
Work the sheets
Groove to the left
He wanna hot stuff
Hot love
Making it wet
He wanna give hot, jump shot
Groove to the left
He wanna time bump
Slam dunk, hump, hump, hump
Hoo
Hee (Keep it goin')
Party down
Hoo
Hoo
Love ain't what it used to be (hoo)
That is what they're tellin' me
Push it in, stick it out
That ain't what it's all about
Sister say she love him some
(She's doin' it, she's doin' it)
Got his jimmy on the run
(hoo hoo)
Mother's preaching Abraham
(hoo)
Brothers they don't give a damn
(oh)
(What) (ho)
Johnny's begging pretty please
Keep the brother on his knees (Keep the brother on his knees)
(hee hee)
Susie likes to agitate
(She's doin' it, she's doin' it)
Get the boy and make him wait
(uh)
Sister's married to her hood
Sayin' that she got it good
Holy Mary Mercy me
(hee)
Can't believe the things I see
Thinkin' that they got it great
(hoo)
They doin' what they used to hate
(uh)
Push it in, stick it out
(She doin' it)
(She doin' it)
That ain't what it's all about
That ain't what it's all about
Holy Mary Mercy me
(She's holy moly moly Mary)
Can't believe the things I see
(Little things I see)
(hee hee)
Mother's preaching Abraham
(She's preachin' Abraham now)
Brothers they don't give a damn (hoo)
(hoo hoo) (Holy Mary moly Mary)
Sister say she loves him some
(She love him some)
(hee)
Got his jimmy on the run
(His jimmy)
(hee hee)
Holy Mary Mercy me
(She's holy, she's moly) (Holy Mary, moly Mary)
Can't believe the things I see
(Keep on goin')
(hee)
(hee)
She's doin' it
You're dirty
She's doin' it
You're dirty
She's nasty
You're nasty
You're doin' it
You're dirty
You're dirty
You're doin' it
You're nasty
You're doin' it
She's dirty
She's dirty
You really don't want it
Oooh
Hoo
Hoo
(Go'on now)
Hoo
Hoo
(Doh)
Talk a little something, then close your eyes
I gotta make her, close the door
(She's doin' it)
(She's doin' it)
(She's oh)
(She's)
(hoo)
(Keep on goin')
(Party down)
Holy Mary mercy me
(hoo)
Can't believe the things I see
Push it in, stick it out
That ain't what it's all about
04 Ghosts (05:09)
There's a ghost out in the hall
There's a ghoul up under the bed
There's something in the walls
There's blood up on the stairs
And it's floating through the room
And there's nothing I can see
And I know that that's the truth
Because now it's on me
I don't understand it
Hey
I don't understand it!
Aaow!
There's a thumpin' in the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But there's no-one sitting there
There's a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul is pokin'
Don't understand it!
Hey
Don't understand it!
...Ha-hey!
And who gave you the right to shake my family?
And who gave you the right to shake my baby, she needs me
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?
You put a knife in my back
Shot an arrow in me!
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy?
The ghost of jealousy
There's a thumpin' in the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But nobody's sitting there
There's a ghostly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul is pokin'
Don't understand it!
Yeah yeah!
Don't understand it!
You're just a dog gone!
Aaow!
And who gave you the right to scare my family?
And who gave you the right to scare my baby, she needs me
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?
And who gave you the right to take intrusion, to see me?
And who gave you the right to shake my family?
And who gave you the right to hurt my baby, she needs me
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?
You put a knife in my back,
Shot an arrow in me!
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
A suckin' ghost of jealousy
...Aaow!
And who gave you the right to shake my family?
And who gave you the right to shake my baby, she needs me
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?
And who gave you the right to take, intrusion to see me?
And who gave you the right to hurt my family?
And who gave you the right hurt my baby, she needs me
And who gave you the right to shake my family tree?
You put a knife in my back
Shot an arrow in me!
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
The ghost of jealousy,
Aaow!
Aaow
Dog gone
But there's no doubt about it, piece of mind
Tell me are you the ghost of jealousy
05 Is It Scary (05:39)
There's a ghost out in the hall
There's a ghoul beneath the bed
Now it's coming through the walls
Now it's coming up the stairs
There's a spirit in the dark
Hear the beating of his heart
Can you feel it in the air
Ghosts be hiding everywhere
I'm gonna be
Exactly what you wanna see
It's you who's haunting me
Because you're wanting me
To be the stranger
In the night
Am I amusing you
But just confusing me?
Am I the beast
You visualized?
And if you wanna see
Eccentric oddities
I'll be grotesque
Before your eye
Let them all materialize
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
Is it scary for you big baby
Is it scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Is it scary for you big baby
There's a creaking in the floor
There's a creak behind the door
There's a rocking in the chair
But nobody's sitting there
There's a ghastly smell around
But nobody to be found
And a coffin inlay open
Where a restless soul is pokin'
I'm gonna be
Exactly what you gonna see
So did you come to me
To see your fantasies
Performed before
Your very eyes
A haunting ghostly treat
The ghoulish trickery
And spirits dancing
In the night
But if you came to see
The truth, the purity
It's here inside
A lonely heart
So let the performance start
Is that scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
Am I scary for you big baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
So tell me
Is it scary for you baby
Tell me
So tell me
Is that realism for you big baby
Am I scary for you
You know the stranger is you
Am I scary for ya
Masquerade the heart
Is the height of hurting souls
Just not what you see of me
Can hardly reveal the proof
Like a mirror reveals the truth
See the evil one is you
Is that scary for you big baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
So tell me
Am I scary for you baby
Am I scary for you baby
Is it scary for you baby
Am I scary for you oh boy
Wanna talk about
I wanna talk about
I don't wanna talk about
Wanna talk about
Am I scary for you baby
Is that scary for you
I'm tired of being abused
You know you're scaring me too
I see the evil is you
Is it scary for you baby, oh
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Altre recensioni
Di Ilpazzo
"Blood On The Dance Floor è un mix di arte e furbizia, con cinque song inedite che ricordano il vero Michael."
“Michael Jackson è l'unico artista al mondo che riesce a fare successo… anche quando fa FLOP!”
Di HoochieMan03
L’album risulta essere semplicemente uscito nel periodo sbagliato al momento sbagliato e con una produzione sbagliata, ma in realtà può essere considerato all’altezza di History.
Come album non posso che consigliarvelo per quanto riguarda gli inediti, e almeno proviamo a scoprirlo di più perché ad oggi resta un semplice album di remix di Michael Jackson e niente di più.
