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Bene, questa è la mia prima recensione e ho scelto uno dei miei cd preferiti: vale a dire The Great Southern Trendkill dei Pantera. Uscito nel '96, è probabilmente, assieme a Reinventing The Steel, il cd dalle sonorità più dure del gruppo texano. Bene, inserito il cd nello stereo e premuto il fatidico "play", parte subito all'inizio della stupenda "The Great Southern Trendkill" (la prima canzone omonima al cd) uno degli urli più devastanti di Anselmo, che ci fa intendere che l'album è davvero cattivo, la canzone procede liscia fino al bellissimo finale in fade-out, in cui regnano le kitarre di Darrell. Subito dopo parte War Nerve, un po' la Mouth For War della situazione, che sfoggia un riff cattivissimo.
Ma il capolavoro è la terza canzone, la bellissima "Drag the Waters", nel cui testo Ühil sembra mettere tutto l'odio e il rancore che permea l'intero cd. La 4a canzone, 10's, è invece molto meno sparata delle altre, qui Anselmo ritrova la voce calda e quasi grunge che sfoggia anche coi down. La quinta canzone è "13 Steps toNnowhere", forse la canzone che passa meno inosservata, più che altro per la mancanza di tocchi d classe ad eccezione dell'intro con la batteria, una novità per i Pantera.
La sesta canzone è invece il preludio alla distruzione della settima. Infatti Suicide Note Pt 1 e Part 2 trattano entrambe del tema del suicidio, con la particolarità che , se "SNPt1" è lentissima, malinconica e triste, "SNPt2" è velocissima, cattiva e spietata, fa venire voglia di fare head banging anche seduti sul divano. La traccia 8, "Living Through Me", è un altro bellissimo pezzo di cui si deve notare per forza lo stacco, con suoni ambient, degno dei Deftones. Arriviamo quindi alla malinconica "Floods", la terza canzone "tranquilla" del cd, che è arrichita da suoni campionati e da un assolo di chitarra di quasi un minuto che lascia senza fiato! Segue poi l'altro capolavoro (almeno per me) dell'album: ovvero "The Underground In America", canzone che sprizza cattiveria e violenza, bellissimo inoltre il finale della canzone, che si collega con il feedback di chitarra a sandblasted skin, rendendo queste due canzoni sorelle.
Finito di sentire TGST, ci si rende subito conto dell'evoluzione dei Pantera da "Far Beyond Driven". Le chitarre sono più pungenti, la doppia cassa e i ritmi di Vinnie Paul sono più cattivi e vicini al thrash, mentre la voce è diventata, soprattutto negli urli, associabile al black metal. Il voto al cd sarebbe 4/5, ma tenendo conto del booklet bellissimo e dei tocchi di classe (vedi i vari fade out di chitarra o anche la splendida unione fra le tracce 10 e 11), potrebbe salire a 5/5. Ovviamente c'è qualcuno a cui di queste cose non gliene frega più di tanto, per cui lascio 4/5 e non se ne parli più. Ditemi cosa ne pensate del mio primo lavoro e scusate se sono prolisso, ma i Pantera sono i Pantera!
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01 The Great Southern Trendkill (03:46)
It's wearing on my mind,
I'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead mans grave,
Then flaunt it like you did create
If I hit bottom and everythings gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run
It's digging time again,
You're nurturing the weakest trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Fuck your magazine,
and fuck the long dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole,
if Hell was "in" you'd give your soul to
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL
That's right,
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL
Fuck yeah.
Buy it at a store,
from MTV to on the floor
You look just like a star,
it's proof you don't know who you are
If I hit bottom and everythings gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run
It's bullshit time again,
you'll save the world within your trend
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking
Politically relieved,
you're product sold and well received
The right words spoken gold,
if I was God you'd sell your soul to...
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL
That's right,
THE GREAT SOUTHERN TRENDKILL
Fuck yeah.
03 Drag the Waters (04:55)
A smack on the wrists is the words from the mouth
of the outsiders, lawyers, police
A small price to pay for the dope and the guns
And the rape, it should all be O.K.
Your father is rich, he's the judge, he's the man,
he's the God that got your sentence reduced
But in the back of his mind, he well knows what
he'd find if he looked a little deeper in you - in you
(Chorus)
Drag the waters some more
Like never before
(Chorus)
Sweet is the slice and the lips - you're gonna have
that woman - she is your favorite lay
Promised you (swore) that no one had been there,
and she was going to keep it that way
Let it move in, you got thin, and got high, and
your money went and so did your friends
But she's by your side, and her smile cannot hide
the premonition of the beckoning end - the end
(Chorus)
(Chorus)
In with it, out with it
05 13 Steps to Nowhere (03:37)
Your windows boarded up, your private lives exposed
the talk show pump it up, lab rats diseased for show
we're doomed to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette
a church burned to the ground, not even noticed yet
13 Steps (To Nowhere)(spoken)
A backwards swastika, the black skin riddled in lead
a nazi gangster jew, it beats a dog thats dead
it's in to use the slang, outbreak of drug roulette
the cross slants to the side, will prove the damndest yet
13 Steps--Leads to Nowhere
The backlash dislcates, an untimely reign of death
the wolf poked with the stick, awaits with cancerous breath
(Leads to Nowhere)
Outsiders still suppose, there's holy streets to roam
the truth should not surprise, your homes were built on lies
09 Floods (06:59)
A dead issue
Don't wrestle with it
Deaf ears are sleeping
A guilty bliss
So inviting
(Let me in)
Nailed to the cross
I feel you
Relate to you
Accuse you
Wash away us all
Take us with the floods
Then throughout the night
They were raped and executed
(Then throughout the night
They were raped and executed)
Cold hearted world
Your language unheard of
The vast sound of tuning out
The rash of negativity
(The rash of negativity)
Is seen one sidedly
(One sidedly)
Burn away the day
The nervous
The drifting
The heaving
Wash away us all
Take us with the floods
Then throughout the day
Mankind played with grenades
(Then throughout the day
Mankind played with grenades)
Cold hearted world
And at night
They might bait the pentagram
(And at night
They might bait the pentagram)
Extinguishing the sun
Wash away man
Take him with the floods
Flood, flood, flood
Flood, flood, flood
Flood, flood, flood
Flood, flood, flood
-Awesome Guitar Solo-
Flood, flood, flood
Flood, flood, flood
Flood, flood, flood
Flood, flood, flood
10 The Underground in America (04:33)
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Glass breaks
the dimming lights
sweat, heat and profane debate
the smart ones stay on the outside
while drunken heads and arms erupt
centered man swings a punch,
spits a tooth, postures odd
a punk rock escapade
five bucks a head to be king dick in the crowd
We are the ones who must sport the position
cheap beer
trendy clicks
lesbian love is accepted and right
shaved heads meet hair in the mix
blending the 80's and 90's with hate
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
Shows on
dates canceled
kicked out for reasons that seem so unfair
skin crusts against the cops
a foregone conclusion that's tired and beat
Ringworm,crabs and lice
V.D. ecstasy, speed and horse
a heaven of unmatched importance
an honor of sex to be stuck by the punk
Rich homes with money and food
abandoned for the bums on the street
a lifestyle that's unexplainable
don't try and save what is all meant to be
Put in position to wage teenage mayhem
A common affair for the ones who are juiced
If it is weakness that grants us the power
We thrive on what's stronger than most of the world
If it is free
from (a) family that's seen
you can just keep it
if you must beg
it's better instead
you must follow the etiquette
You know when it rains you're in your bed at home
You act so real when you are alone
You better not let the mohawked crowd see
Give it five years, you'll retire your piercings
You must admit that you mimic the weaklings
The trend is dead...
The trend is dead...
The trend is dead...
The trend is dead...
The trend is...
11 (Reprise) Sandblasted Skin (05:39)
Scrape it, grind it
Peel it, hide it
The trend is over
And gone forever
Shelf it, box it
Save it, frame it
You won't need that anymore
It's on sale at the
Fuckin dollar store
Waste of time
Pantomime
Circus doll
At the local mall
Exterminate, it's all fake!
Exterminate, it's all fake
Sandblast yourself
Sandblast yourself
Sandblast
Sandblast
It's getting old, old, old
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Altre recensioni
Di Semenz
The Great Southern Trendkill è un azzardo che si è rivelato davvero positivo nel distaccarsi dai precedenti schemi.
Compratelo, ascoltatelo, godetevi ogni nota, perché ne vale davvero la pena! The trend is dead!!!
Di DeLiam
"Un ritornello devastante 'The Great Southern Trendkill, Fuck Yeah!' che ti prende subito."
"È un disco mostruoso, il migliore della band (secondo me)."
