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Rating: This week no work; yet another oppressive contract has ended and as a result, I am still unemployed.
Maybe I'll start again next Monday; but it’s not so certain.
I had a great desire for my mountains and in the morning I reached, not without effort given the incredible amount of snow present, one of my favorite places in my Ossola. The Monscera Pass, altitude 2100 meters on the border line between Italy and Switzerland. A place of indescribable beauty that words cannot even describe. Silence is my solitude; I love walking only in the company of myself. The effort is rewarded by a panorama that extends up to 4000 meters of the peaks of the Canton of Valais; places that have always been vital to me.
Upon reaching the destination, seeing the presence by pointing my gaze southward of dark clouds full of rain, Bob Mould and this anthology released in 1994 came to mind; a work that focused on the first period of the American singer-songwriter. The most difficult and challenging to overcome because Bob is forced to lick the deep wounds within himself; wounds that were created after the dramatic end of Husker Du a few years earlier.
It’s the endless notes, almost eight minutes, of the impetuous "Black Sheets of Rain" that open the album wonderfully; even today it remains my favorite track of the solo career of Husker's armed wing. A torrential cascade of pure electricity, of deafening feedback; an impetuous finale of the six strings that splits you in two upon listening. The substantial setlist draws heavily from Workbook and Black Sheets of Rain, with the addition of five songs performed live that conclude with a very venomous cover of "Shout Out The Lights" by a certain Mr. Richard Thompson.
The brilliant Power Pop of "It's Too Late" and "See a Little Light" (which would have made a very honorable figure on the latest works branded Husker Du), the blows, for long stretches uncontrollable, of the majestic "Wishing Well" (with a central guitar solo that takes your breath away, so inspired and dramatic) and "Poison Years," played live. The Granitic Rock of "Stop Your Crying" where the undisputed domination of Bob's guitar shot to a thousand continues; there’s room for the electropsychic ballad, with initial acoustic Folk hints, of "Hanging Tree." Its constant growth, its volume increase, its progress that becomes monumental...and on the horizon appears the silhouette of those three guys who in 1984 composed Zen Arcade. Every time I talk about Bob, it is impossible for me not to mention one of the key albums of all the eighties.
I descend from the Pass and head towards the Gattascosa Refuge; a necessary hot meal awaits me since today the temperature has never exceeded ten degrees.
Now I'm calm; now I'm okay. But not for long.
Diabolos Rising 666.
Tracklist and Lyrics
02 It's Too Late (04:02)
Lately I've been thinking
And how the whole world's come undone
Everybody's got this sinking feeling
Feeling they're on the run
But I know a place where time stands still
I can picture it in my mind
But I'm not sure if we can get there
(There is no reason reasons rhyme
Why can't you see we're almost out of time)
It's too late it's too late it's too late
To cover what you've done
It's too late it's too late it's too late
To call for anyone at all
Well I guess I should be so brave to think that I'm the only one who knows
It's too late it's too late it's too late
To cover what you've done
Oh no we need a change (This world's stranger now)
Now is not the time to run away (There must be a way)
A way that we could listen to the warning signs so pay attention
This is my intention to prevent this fate before it gets too late
And as the hands of the clock go round and round
And the world keeps marching on
Can you afford to let it fall now?
(The fish in all the streams are dying
Fluorocarbons fill the sky
And I don't really want to die before my time has come)
It's too late it's too late it's too late
To cover what you've done
It's too late it's too late it's too late
To call for anyone at all
Well I guess I should be so brave to think that I'm the only one who knows
It's too late it's too late it's too late it's too late
Now now
It's too late
(Lately I've been thinking
Haven't had that sinking feeling now)
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