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Si', Lars, sto proprio listenando, fa proprio c@g@re la qualita' audio.

Come dire, i nostri fan sono tutti degli sparapalle.

Indovina un po'... ascolto la versione di GH...

La parte migliore. Qualcuno dica a Lars che AJFA non distorce, non impasta tutti i suoni quando si alza il volume. Il discorso del basso proprio non ha senso. Mi dite cosa c'entra? Mi dite, ancora prima, cosa significa?

E per fortuna...

Qui sfioriamo il patetico...

Ok, Lars, abbiamo capito.
Adesso incamerate ben bene i soldi e dite che e' tutto giusto cosi'.
Non potete ritirare il casino di dischi che avete gia' venduto, giusto?
Poi tra qualche anno farete un bel remaster/remixing di TUTTI gli album, cosi' venderete ancora di piu', e fixerete, senza dire niente a nessuno, il problema PALESE, EVIDENTISSIMO, CHIARO COME LA LUCE DEL SOLE presente in Death magnetic.

Detto questo, non mi scandalizzo... lo avevo gia' predetto che sarebbe andata cosi', cercate i miei post precedenti.

Finisco col dire che la versione remixata dai fan presa da Guitar hero e' stupenda, e rende giustizia a un gran bel disco.

 

One io non ti riconosco più !!!

 

si si, ma anche qualche detrattore,anzi forse ho visto più detrattori che fanboy...

 

Chiaro.
E mi pare di averceli ancora tutti i capelli, se è per questo:*
...a parte qualche pezzo che mi esalta di brutto,sicuramente al miracolo non ho gridato. Probabilmente DM piace più a MP che a me

Ad ogni modo il mio discorso non fa una piega, tant'è che ho incluso sia gli amanti del post black album che quelli del pre, dicendo che entrambi per diversi motivi quando non fosse piaciuto quest'album avrebbero fatto un processo "morale" ai 4, parlando di coerenza, o di coerenza all'incoerenza(e finora nn son stata smentita ancora eh)
Avessero detto:"lars è una sega" o "gran parte degli assoli fan cagare" potevo tranquillamente essere d'accordo, ma se mi si tira fuori la solita solfa del "se fanno load sono commerciali che vogliono nuovi fans" e/o "se rifanno metal sono commerciali perchè rivogliono i vecchi fans"...ahò avete rotto, visto che ormai lo si è detto,lo si dice e probabilmente lo si dirà in ogni caso e indipendentemente dalla qualità della proposta musicale, perchè si parte dal presupposto che "loro ti vogliono fregare", manco fossero delle finanziarie
Faccio un esempio:se la band X fa un album non metal vuole sperimentare, se lo fanno i Metallica vogliono fregarti. Se la band Y torna a fare la musica che faceva 20 anni prima(e/o reunion)tutti contenti a festeggiare, i Metallica vogliono fregarti.
Non è che molti la prendono sempre troppo sul personale?

 

Quoto e infatti giudicando album controversi come St.Anger su queste basi, ho pensato appunto al momento difficile e travagliato che ha passato la band ... St.Anger è frutto infatti di un periodo turbolento, quindi io non l'ho stroncato del tutto (non mi piace molto, sia chiaro) però ho tenuto conto di questi fattori nel giudicarlo.

 

Sto discorso della psicologia me l'ero persa...su sta cosa posso anche essere d'accordo, però siamo sicuri di sapere sempre quale sia?Da cosa lo deduciamo?interviste,testi?
Propongo una cosa:leggiamoci attentamente i testi(io ancora nn l'ho fatto)e rapportandoli anche alle interviste, riparliamone. Che ne dite?
That Was Just Your Life


Like a siren in my head that always
Threatens to repeat
Like a blind man that is strapped into the speeding driver’s seat.
Like a face
That learns to speak
When all it knew was how to bite.

Like a misery that keeps me focused
Though i’ve gone astray.
Like an endless nightmare that
I must awaken from each day.
Like conviction
A premonition
Not worthy of, so I deny…… I deny.

I blind my eyes and try to force it all into place.
I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace.
I blind my eyes, I hide and feel it passing me by.
I open just in time to say goodbye.

Almost like your life.
Almost like your endless fight.
Curse the day is long.
Realize you don’t belong.
Disconnect somehow
Never stop the bleeding now.
Almost like your fight.
And there it went,
Almost like your life.

Like a wound that keeps on bleeding to remind me not to think.
Like a raging river drowning when
I only need a drink.
Like a poison
That I swallow
But I want the world to die.

Like a release from prison
That I didn’t know I was in.
Like a fight to live the past I prayed
To leave
From way back then.
Like a general
Without a mission
Until the war will start again…… start again.

I blind my eyes and try to force it all into place.
I stitch them up, see not my fall from grace.
I blind my eyes,
I hide and feel it passing me by.
I open just in time to say goodbye.

Almost like your life.
Almost like your endless fight.
Curse the day is long.
Realize you don’t belong.
Disconnect somehow
Never stop the bleeding now.
Almost like your fight.
And there it went,
Almost like your life.

Like a touch from hell to feel how hot
That it can get if you get caught.
Like a strike from heaven turns that key
And brings you straight down to your knees.

Like a touch from hell to feel how hot
That it can get if I get caught.
Like a strike from heaven to reprieve
That brings you straight down to your knees.

Almost like your life.
Almost like your endless fight.
Curse the day is long.
Realize you don’t belong.
Disconnect somehow
Never stop the bleeding now.
Almost like your fight.
And there it went,
Almost like your life.
That was just your life.
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]The End Of The Line


Need… more and more
Tainted misery.
Bleed… battle scars
Chemical affinity.
Reign… legacy
Innocence corrode.
Stain… rot away
Catatonic overload.

Choke… asphyxia
Snuff reality.
Scorch… kill the light
Incinerate celebrity.
Reaper… butchery
Karma amputee.
Bloodline… redefine
Death contagious deity.

Hooked into this deceiver
Need more and more
Into the endless fever
Need more and more

New consequence machine
You burn through all your gasoline.
Asylum overtime
Nevermind…
You’ve reached the end of the line.

Time... Choke the clock
Steal another day.
Die... Faithfully
Narcissistic fade away.
Twisted... Jump the rail
Shatter the crowd below.
Breaker... Chase the ghost
From latest high to alltime low.

Hooked into this deceiver
Need more and more
Into the endless fever
Need more and more

New consequence machine
Burn through all your gasoline.
Asylum overtime
Nevermind…
You’ve reached the end of the line.

Drop the hourglass of time
Spilling sand we will not find
As we gather here today
We bid farewell…
The slave becomes the master.
The slave becomes the master.
The slave becomes the master.

The slave becomes the master
Need more and more
Right now and everafter
Need more and more

New consequence machine
Burn through all your gasoline.
Asylum overtime
Nevermind…
Dead hourglass of time
Sand we will not ever find
We gather here today
Say goodbye
Cause you’ve reached the end of the line.
The end of the line.
The end of the line.
The end of the line.
You’ve reached the end of the line.
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]Broken, Beat & Scarred


You rise.
You fall.
You’re down, then you rise again.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Rise, fall, down, rise again
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.

Through black days
Through black nights
Through pitch black insides

Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin’.
Show your scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin’.
Show your scars.
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard.

The dawn,
The death,
The fight to the final breath.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Dawn, death, fight, final breath.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.
Dawn, death, fight, final breath.
What don’t kill ya make ya more strong.

They scratch me
They scrape me
They cut and rape me

Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin’.
Show your scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin’.
Show your scars.
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
But we die hard

Breaking your teeth on the hard life comin’.
Show your scars.
Cutting your feet on the hard earth runnin’.
Show your scars.
Bleeding your soul in a hard luck story.
Show your scars.
Spilling your blood in the hot sun’s glory.
Show your scars.
Breaking your life, broken, beat and scarred
We die hard.
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]The Day That Never Comes


Born to push you around
Better just stay down.
You pull away
He hits the flesh
You hit the ground.

Mouth so full of lies
Tend to black your eyes.
Just keep them closed
Keep praying
Just keep waiting

Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the son shine never comes.
No, the son shine never comes.

Push you cross that line,
Just stay down this time.
Hide in yourself
Crawl in yourself
You’ll have your time.

God I’ll make them pay
Take it back one day.
I’ll end this day.
I’ll splatter color on this gray.

Waiting for the one
The day that never comes
When you stand up and feel the warmth
But the son shine never comes.

Love… is a four letter word,
And never spoken here.
Love… is a four letter word,
Here in this prison.

I suffer this no longer,
I’ll put an end to this, I swear.
This, I swear. The son will shine.
This, I swear,
This, I swear,
This, I swear!
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]All Nightmare Long


Luck. Runs. Out.

Crawl from the wreckage one more time.
Horrific memory twists the mind.
Dark, rutted, cold and hard to turn.
Path of destruction feel it burn.

Still life… incarnation.
Still life… infamy.

Hallucination.
Heresy.
Still you run, what’s to come, what’s to be.

Cause we...
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long

Luck. Runs. Out.
You crawl back in,
But your luck runs out.

Luck. Runs. Out.

The light that is not light is here
To flush you out with your own fear
You hide, you hide but will be found
Release your grip without a sound

Still life… immolation.
Still life… infamy.

Hallucination.
Heresy.
Still you run, what’s to come, what’s to be.

Cause we...
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long

Luck. Runs. Out.
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out.

Then you crawl back in,
Into your obsession.
Never to return.
This is your confession.

Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long
Feel us breathe upon your face
Feel us shift, every move we trace
Hunt you down without mercy
Hunt you down all nightmare long

Luck. Runs. Out.
You crawl back in, but your luck runs out.
Your luck runs out.
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]Cyanide


Sleep and dream of this
Death angel’s kiss
Brings final bliss
Completely

Empty they say,
Death, won’t you let me stay?

Empty they say,
Death, hear me call your name,
Call your name…

…suicide
I’ve already died.
You’re just the funeral
I’ve been waiting for.

…cyanide
Living dead inside
Break this empty shell forever more.

Wait, wait patiently
Your death black wings
Unfolding sleep
Spreading o’er me

Empty they say,
Death, won’t you let me stay?

Empty they say,
Death, hear me call your name,
Call your name…

…suicide
I’ve already died.
You’re just the funeral
I’ve been waiting for.

…cyanide
Living dead inside
Break this empty shell forever more.

Say, is that rain or are they tears?
That has stained your concrete face for years.
The crying, weeping, shedding strife
Year after year, life after life.

An air of freshly broken ground.
A concrete angel lit right down
Upon the grave which swallows fast
It’s peace at last, peace at last!

Empty they say,
Death, won’t you let me stay?

Empty they say,
Death, hear me call your name,
Call your name…

…suicide
I’ve already died.
You’re just the funeral
I’ve been waiting for.

…cyanide
Living dead inside
Break this empty shell forever more.

To end this war
To end this war
It’s just the funeral
I’ve been waiting for.
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]The Unforgiven III


How could he know this new dawn’s light
Would change his life forever?
Set sail to sea, but pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure.

Was he the one causing pain
With his careless dreaming?
Been afraid, always afraid,
Of the things he’s feeling.

He could just be gone.
He would just sail on
He’ll just sail on.

How can I be lost, if I’ve got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold,
How come it’s got so cold?

How can I be lost? In remembrance I relive.
And how can I blame you,
When it’s me I can’t forgive?

These days drift on inside a fog
Thick and suffocating.
His sinking life, outside its hell.
Inside, intoxicating.

He’s run aground. Like his life,
Water much too shallow.
Slipping fast, down with his ship,
Fading in the shadows.

Now a castaway.
They’ve all gone away.
They’ve gone away.

How can I be lost, if I’ve got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold,
How come it’s got so cold?
How can I be lost? In remembrance I relive.
And how can I blame you,
When it’s me I can’t forgive?

Forgive me.
Forgive me not.
Why can’t I forgive me?

Set sail to sea, but pulled off course
By the light of golden treasure.
How could he know this new dawn’s light
Would change his life forever?

How can I be lost, if I’ve got nowhere to go?
Search for seas of gold,
How come it’s got so cold?

How can I be lost? In remembrance I relive.
So how can I blame you,
When it’s me I can’t forgive?
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]The Judas Kiss


When the world has turned its back
When the days have turned pitch black
When the fear abducts your tongue
When the fire’s dead and gone

So, what now?
Where go I?

When you think it’s all said and done.
When you are the ostracized
Selfish ridden dead goodbyes
Twisting on the tourniquet
When the pieces never fit

So, what now?
Where go I?

When you think it’s all said and done.

Bow down
Sell your soul to me
I will set you free
Pacify your demons

Bow down
Surrender unto me
Submit infectiously
Sanctify your demons

Into abyss,
You don’t exist.
Cannot resist,
The Judas kiss.

When the storm has blacked your sky
Intuition crucify
When the ego strips your reign.
Assassinate the living flame.

So, what now?
Where go I?

When you think it’s all said and done.

Venom of a life insane
Bites into your fragile vein
Internalize and decimate
Patronize and complicate

So, what now?
Where go I?

When you think it’s all said and done.

Bow down
Sell your soul to me
I will set you free
Pacify your demons

Bow down
Surrender unto me
Submit infectiously
Sanctify your demons

Into abyss,
You don’t exist.
Cannot resist,
The Judas kiss.

Judas lives, recite this vow.
I’ve become your new god now.

Followed you from dawn of time
Whispered thoughts into your mind.
Watched your towers hit the ground
Lured your children never found
Helped your kings abuse their crown
In the heart of feeble man
Plant the seed of my own plan
The strong and powerful will fall
Find a piece of me in all…
Inside you all,

So, bow down
Sell your soul to me
I will set you free
Pacify your demons

Bow down
Surrender unto me
Submit infectiously
Sanctify your demons

Into abyss,
You don’t exist.
Cannot resist,
The Judas kiss.
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]Suicide & Redemption


Instrumental
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved

[/SIZE]My Apocalypse


Claustrophobic
Crawl out of this skin
Heart explosive
Reach in, pull that pin

Fear thy name: extermination
Desecrate inhale the fire

So we cross that line
Into the grips
Total eclipse
Suffer unto my apocalypse

Deadly vision
Prophecy reveal
Death magnetic
Pulling closer still

Fear thy name: annihilation
Desolate inhale the fire

So we cross that line
Into the grips
Total eclipse
Suffer unto my apocalypse

Crushing metal, ripping skin.
Tossing body, mannequin.
Spilling blood, bleeding gas.

Mangle flesh, snapping spine.
Dripping bloody valentine.
Shatter face, spitting glass.

Split apart
Split apart
Split apart
Spit
Spit it out.

What makes me drift a little bit closer?
Dead man takes the steering wheel.
What makes me know it’s time to cross over?
Born to repeat until I feel.

See through the skin, bones they all rattle.
Future and past, they disagree.
Flesh falls away, bones they all shatter.
I start to see the end. In. Me.

Claustrophobic
Climb out of this skin
Heart explosive
Reach in, pull that pin

Violate, annihilate
All wounds unto my eyes
Obliterate, exterminate
As life itself denied

Fear thy name as hell awakens
Destiny inhale the fire

But we’ve crossed that line
Into the grips
Total eclipse
Suffer unto my apocalypse

Tyrant awaken my apocalypse.
Demon awaken my apocalypse.
Heaven awaken my apocalypse.
Suffer forever my apocalypse.
[SIZE=-1]Music by James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Robert Trujillo
Copyright © 2008 Creeping Death Music (ASCAP)
International Copyright Secured All Rights Reserved
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Ho letto il commento di Ulrich e sono fondamentalmente d'accordo con lui. Non tanto sulla questione suoni (che per me vanno benissimo, a conferma del feeling live che hanno ricercato in sede di produzione), ma sull'inevitabile situazione di spaccamento che si viene a creare a ogni mossa della band. Magari può suonare un po' crudo, ma è più onesto di un dietrofront ogni volta che qualcuno si sveglia storto la mattina.

 

Immanitas, cosa intendi per "dietrofront ogni volta che qualcuno si sveglia storto la mattina" ?

 

A proposito di "approccio live" in fase di registrazione dell'album riguardo ai suoni.....io penso che non sia solamente una questione di suoni ma anche di modo di suonare almeno per quanto riguarda Lars...voglio dire, oggi in studio si può fare di tutto (a maggior ragione se si parla di band del calibro dei MetallicA) e quindi si possono ritoccare le tracce quanto si vuole, cosa che non credo sia avvenuta nel caso di Lars, che, probabilmente ha suonato le tracce così come gli sono venute..ovviamente "scarne"..

 

Ma guarda che ci sono anche band metal che sperimentano, solo che lo dicono preventivamente e poi tornano a fare quello che hanno sempre fatto. Poi, ci sono chitarristi, o cantanti o altri membri di un gruppo metal che vogliano fare altro e creano un altro gruppo per fare quel che gli pare, perchè sanno che il loro gruppo principale è nato per proporre un certo tipo di musica e i fans vorranno sempre quel tipo di musica, i fans voglino coerenza musicale...che non vuol dire per forza di cosa fare 20 volte lo stesso album, vuol dire evolversi all'interno di certe coordinate musicali stabilite dal gruppo stesso o dal genere che propongono. I Metallica non hanno mai fatto questo dal dopo AJfA, è inutile difenderli....con DM hanno fatto totale marcia indietro (dopo quell'abominio di St. anger con canzoni che partivano bene, bei riff, e poi si smosciavano diventando deprimenti e lagnose...perchè quello era il genere in voga al momento),e ripeto, come ho già detto in altri post, che nel cantato di Hetfield non sento quella grinta che si addice ad una cantante thrash metal....questo mi lasci pensare che il cambio di rotta musicale sia stato troppo forzato...hanno voluto far contenti i fan, e va bene, ma è inutile negarlo il loro spirito non è più thrash e questo, volente o nolente traspare dall'album (almeno per me)

 

Che se dovessero fare dietrofront, cambiare qualcosa ogni volta che viene avanzata una critica (spesso gratuita) non ci sarebbe neanche il tempo di accontentare tutti. E non parlo dei suoni, per carità, ognuno ha la sua visione; è un discorso più generale che inevitabilmente si presta a un gruppo di questa caratura.

 

Mi sono già espresso in questo senso poco sopra. A mio parere Ulrich ha sposato l'approccio essenziale di Death Magnetic con parti lineari, adatte ai brani proposti, senza peraltro eccedere in quello che - notoriamente - non eccelle: lo sfoggio di tecnica.

 

Ok scusa, forse non ho letto il tuo post....

 

Figurati, non devi mica scusarti Era un modo per dire che condividevo il tuo discorso.

 

comunque sto riascoltando DM in questo momento, ci sono dei brani che all'inizio mi avevano lasciato un pò perplesso mentre adesso mi gasano a bestia.....mi riferisco a "Judas Kiss" che sto ascoltando adesso : gran bel pezzo!!! e pensare che non mi aveva convinto molto all'inizio....anche se avevo notato la forza trascinante del suo ritornello .