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Rating: Away with the cap with a decisive gesture. The foam volcanoes out and mingles with a drop of sweat from my arms. Intrigued, I lick it and then take a hearty sip from the bottle. The glass is cold, and I enjoy a masochistic and fleeting pleasure by pressing it against my burnt neck. I'm thirsty, my mouth feels dry, but I'm slow; I'm in no hurry. I let the malt fill the walls of my mouth for two divine seconds, then I open my esophagus and let that cool, sparkling, and intoxicating flavor descend to birth an aaahhhh of pure satisfaction and pleasure. With arms folded, I survey the panorama and think... I think about the day just passed and TIN TIN!! I give a cold glance at the piece of plastic. Without compassion, I press the fatal pressure point for every Nokia for 3 seconds, declaring its temporary death. This moment is mine, solely mine and there's no SMS that can change that. I use the shoe as a bottle holder and let the ants cross my arm, tickling me. There's no one up here.
We are indeed bastards. We spend our lives waiting; vacations, the game, the concert, the TV show, the movies, the aperitif, the date. We live by counting and burning the days that separate us from one event to another: those which in our opinion are the only ones worth truly living and which in reality... Everything else is just a passage. They are jumps sometimes lasting days, weeks or even months and when they pass, we place even more bets on the next event: the one that will truly satisfy us. Surely. Maybe. Hell no...
I paid a fine at the post office for parking, I have an epic-sized blister on my hand and I cooked a dish of trofie with pesto. I think it was one of the most beautiful days in recent years. It was a moment, a smile. There we were in line waiting for the counter to clear. Maybe I even imagined it, but damn what a beautiful feeling. Since she left with my heart, I hardly noticed anymore and just waited for her SMS. And instead this time, with the excuse of the traffic wardens who for god's sake... Not even 5 minutes. Well, thanks to them, armed with this excuse, at least I tried and she smiled. We'll see...
Damn, it hurts. This blister on my hand feels like a ball. No, I'm not an indefatigable and virulent wanker; I would have a callus, I believe :). I played tennis for 12 years and this morning I felt like picking it up again after a long while. Only that instead of killing this idea as usual, this time I seriously took the phone and got in touch after ages with my old coach to restore my backhand. Wrist, topspin. More. Bend your knees and make sure your arm finishes nice and high in the end. Come on Paolo, for god's sake you can do better. A nice flick of the wrist and voilà, drops of sweat. It felt like going back in time and who cares if my hand hurts.
4 jumps in the pan: junk. This is my daily bread when left alone. Today, however, I felt like preparing a pasta with sauce. Simple, but for me, a disaster in the kitchen, it was a more than traumatic and exhilarating feeling to eat something of my own with a nicely set table.
It's hot. Another slow sip. I look up. The pupils of my clear eyes battle with the full light of an unusually hot May sun. I'm at 1700 meters, and the wind refreshes me, transforming the sweat into salt. I savor the buzz of bees and watch the green taking over the white in the prompt change of dress at high altitude. You understand me, right? I don't know what I'll do tonight. Maybe I'll take the car and go there, or perhaps further down with friends over there, or a good glass of wine with a friend. I could call the girl from the post office. No, don't be an asshole: you also know it's too soon. A slightly boozy evening, a cinema? I don't know. Every damned day we create it ourselves, with our choices, and it doesn’t mean that a very banal and stupid situation can't also give us sensations of well-being like those I experienced today.
It's a bit like the solo of "Metal Heart," an album by the kraut Accept. The mp3 player seems in a tizzy and I've been drilling my ears since I've been smudging this piece of paper from up here. A solo that begins with an idea. The idea is famous and real and is called Für Elise by Beethoven. But how you get there: well, damn, that’s another story. Hoffmann's guitar sings and screws without Vaseline the overly praised Y.J. Malmsteen, just to name one, and his various "Far Beyond The Sun": cold boasts of braggart technique to the millionth power. What Hoffmann produces is melodic scrap metal that constantly seeks its form and when it finds the final outlet and comes to light with Für Elise, it enters directly into the veins and doesn't leave for 2 minutes. There's no doubt Hoffmann is good, but how the hell he created something like this, I don't know. It's a distillation of creativity in its purest form that twists and blooms on a historical axis.
"CDs are beautiful in their entirety."
CRAP.
For the first listens it might well be this way, but after years what withstands the storms of time if it's made of real reinforced concrete, is a song, a solo. Metal Heart, for example.
I wish I were able to build my days, the normal ones, this way. Without too many schemes. Not being afraid to say no, to seem rude, leaving space for my desires. I'll have time to give up and enjoy only the waits... I want to live disorderly, like this wonderful solo. The rest of the CD is very beautiful ("Midnight Mover," "Livin' For Tonight," "Screaming For A Love-Bite" etc..) and Udo rasps it's a pleasure. And thanks to the hell, you metal lovers will say!! Well, since we both know that this is a pearl of TETESCHE metal of the 80s, let's leave it there, for there are other reviews that will scrutinize it thoroughly. For me, Metal Heart is worth its euros for those 2 minutes I described: the rest is fat tips.
Oops the beer is finished. Damn, I knew that another one was still in the backpack.
thecold
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Metal Heart (05:24)
It is 1999
The human race has to face it
They are confronted with the truth
It's secret -- mysterious
A surgeon said it in the news
The human race is dying
But the result is no disease
Searching for you
Metal heart -- metal heart
They found it everywhere
Metal heart -- metal heart
Lifeless piece of steel
The scaring fact was even told
Total confusion
They found the same nightmare
Heartbeats -- timebombs
Metal heart -- metal heart
Unplugged they're dying
Metal heart -- metal heart
Unplugged they die
Metal heart -- metal heart
They found it everywhere
Metal heart -- metal heart
Lifeless piece of steel
Metal heart -- metal heart -- metal heart
Unplugged they're dying
Metal heart -- metal heart
03 Up to the Limit (03:47)
Too many things happened today
Too many words I don't wanna say
I wanna be cool but the heat's coming up
I'm ready to kill 'cause enough is enough
All I can say - out of my way
Before I get to the top
All I can feel is wild running blood
Please stop - you better watch it
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
Do me a favour and leave me alone
The most I love you is when you're gone
Please, disappear and don't come back
I'm not the kind of guy you can check
All I can say - out of my way
Before I get to the top
All I can feel is wild running blood
Please stop - you better watch it
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
To the limit - up to the limit
To the limit - up to the limit
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
Up to the limit
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
It's getting up to the limit
Up to the limit
To the limit - up to the limit
To the limit - up to the limit
06 Too High to Get It Right (03:47)
Getting everything is easy for you
Fail for anything is something you can't do
If it doesn't work in the way you want it for
You start dreaming until it's right
Lie is lie - and truth is truth
You'll turn it 'round, let someone else go down
You won't remember and no one would wonder
How you change it upside down
Too high to get it right
(too high to get - too high to get)
Too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - to get it right
To get it right
You can't deny it you're leaving your world
You are so restless, who's the one who's hurt
Living in your dreams and who seems to care
Cheating you is easy, 'cause you don't understand
Holding on - letting loose
Don't you feel that you are confused
Too many words - not spoken out
Too many things you've not thought about
Too high to get it right
(too high to get - too high to get)
Too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it right) - to get it right
(too high to get it right) - too high to get it right
(too high to get it - too high to get it - too high to get it)
Too high to get it (right)
07 Dogs on Leads (04:24)
He stares at her, his teeth are bare
Blood gets hot, he wants it now,
He wants it rare, but something's there
That holds him back from the attack
Before the kill he feels the thrill
Something is there, that cools him off
And it seems some kind of tough
What a force on leads
They wait for you, they're getting big
But they can hide, their lust is huge
Some are nice, and some are false
And all they want is that you believe
That they are just like you and me
They're talking sweet, they're acting calm
They are so smooth, they're so nice
But if they could they would bite
Dogs on leads - dogs on leads
Dogs on leads - dogs on leads
Oh, it's so mean
No one knows that they're outrageous
As long as they are treated gracious
Once cut off they're getting wild
But someone's there, who leads the lead
And they can walk in a line
And they dance on a rein
Something's there that cools them off
But it seems some kind, some kind of tough
They're all
Dogs on leads - dogs on leads
Dogs on leads - dogs on leads
Dogs on leads
And the sweetest of the sweetest
Is a hunter held on leads
They're the nicest - they're the calmest
No one knows it - who's the beast
Don't you turn 'rough, it's too dangerous
So you better catch the lead
If they're hungry, they might hurry
And you better feed the need
Dogs on leads - dogs on leads
Dogs on leads - dogs on leads
Oh yeah!
Dogs on leads - dogs on leads
Dogs on leads
Dogs - dogs on leads
10 Bound to Fail (05:07)
Drifting down what we passed
It's done over and over again
We've just been losing a part
To be in another winning team
We turned the tables and times
Reject the failures for the pride
It's a replay or a change
Who knows when the new game starts
What have we done
What a deal
We're bound to fail
'cause you failed before
We're bound to fail
'cause you failed before
While you have been so wrong
We have to live by self defence
We are mistaken by you
There is no way we can win
We wanna change it
Is it true
We're bound to fail
'cause you failed before
We're bound to fail
'cause you failed before
We wanna change it
What have we done
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By MoonWolf
Metal Heart explodes in its contained aggression; it’s measured, it’s threatening, it’s a declaration of war to anyone who wants to confront Accept.
Albums of this caliber cannot go unnoticed by a genre enthusiast.
