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On February 28th, it was the day of the only Italian date of the Avenged Sevenfold tour; my fearless friend and I endured 16 (sleepless) hours on the train, round trip, just to enjoy that evening.
Opening the show were these Bullets And Octane who, moreover, left an excellent impression on all attendees, myself included. However, don't think that the band in question sounds similar to the Sevenfold, because it's absolutely not the case. The Californians play a mix of hard rock and California-rooted punk, genuine and without frills.
So, intrigued by the Milan show and regardless of the cover showing a busty metal girl in her full glory, I decided to give a listen to this "In The Mouth Of The Young". First consideration: the tracks on the record sound extremely better live; that's the first thing I thought after listening to the record. All the album's tracks are very driving, raw and direct; no technical exaggerations, just some good old damn rock 'n' roll.
The most successful tracks are undoubtedly "My Disease", "Cancer California" and "Signed In Alcohol", coincidentally the ones that got the most applause live. Toward the end of the record, the tempo slows down a bit with "Bathroom Floor" and "All Hail Halo", but the distorted guitars are always there peeping out. The record is fundamentally all here, dirty and rotten like any rock 'n' roll record, but this shouldn't necessarily be seen as a bad thing; lately, it's been hard for me to find a record of the same genre that was worthy of ending up more than a couple of times in my CD player. "In The Mouth Of The Young" may fully respect all the clichés of a rock 'n' roll record, but it sounds fresh and enjoyable like few others recently. So, those who want to be lulled by music should abstain from listening, but those who want to rock out to some rough and honest rock are most welcome!
In this case, the most classic of "Jaggerian" quotes fits perfectly: "It's only rock 'n' roll, but I like it".
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
09 Caving In (03:16)
It?s hard to say what?s real these days
My mind can be a dangerous place
She?s too naive for suicide
But god I wish that bitch would die
Give me, give me, give me, give me a reason
Why every night I?m losing sleep
God damn she?s on to me again
Or maybe I had too much to drink
You see I think I figured out
I figured out as I was thinking
How to stop her piercing voice
From everything that she was stealing
Get the gun, get the gun, get the gun
Is all I?m hearing again and again you know
I used to be such a hopeless man
And she used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
She?s too naive for suicide
But god I wish that bitch would die
Shot gun shells, yeah it?s alright
The whiskey says, ?Let?s take her fuckin? life.?
One thing I do remember
Is that things never get better
And I got to make the voices, make the voices for the maker
Of the maker making voices, making voices
Gotta make her, gotta, gotta make her stop
Before my head comes caving in again
You can walk this world all alone
But I can still hear her, tearing me apart
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