Guns'n'Roses
Appetite For Destruction

Each of us is particularly attached to a specific album... well, I won't list the personal reasons why "Appetite" is one of those albums that I rarely forget I own because I think you couldn't care less; we're here to talk about music, right?

So, after sadly acknowledging that the history of rock bands is always the same, and the Guns certainly don't shy away from this scheme: rebellious, poor, angry, and desperate, and, of course, with drugs as a constant presence, I move on to talk about their music.
Foreword, in this their first work, in fact, the Guns said all they had to say, presenting themselves as the last (temporarily speaking) sanctifiers of the hard rock creed, in this album capable of beautifully mixing pure rock with a bit of punk and blues, a style defined as "street." Their strength and, in fact, their artistic genuineness as street musicians was lost with the double album hodgepodge "Use Your Illusion," a conspicuous commercial operation with little to save.

And what to say about "Appetite for Destruction," light piece of plastic dated 1987, which quickly became the most sought-after product in the world of modern music, oscillating between 12, 14, and 16 million copies sold (depending on the estimates) in the following years? The album was as fresh as a newly opened bottle of Jack Daniel's.
It simmered with anger, bled with pain, shivered with terror, oozed with passion, sobbed with love, screamed with hatred, and stood up with a non-heroic attitude that automatically makes heroes. It was a bittersweet pill of potent venomous blood easy to swallow. In fact, rarely in the hard rock field had an album so full of swagger had such a sweet heart. What an album, guys, what a sound!

With a dirty yet melodic sound, with destructive lyrics at the thousandth power, with urban violence, alienation, disorder... In "Welcome to the Jungle," the group's manifesto song and undoubtedly the most representative, the band slid around Slash's riff, while Axl sang "...welcome to the jungle, we take it day by day, if you want it you’re gonna bleed, but it’s the price to pay"... (...welcome to the jungle, here we live day by day, they make you sweat for having it, but it's the price to pay...) before the choral chorus of the song, a true biographical account of the band, inflamed nostrils and raised crests.
In "It's so easy", the first piece to illuminate Axl's schizophrenic vocality (one moment he was a dandy with a deep voice and captivating and confident swagger; the next moment an hysterical child vomiting anger like last night's curry) repeated the concept "cars are crashing every night, I drink and drive everything in sight, I make the fire but I miss the firefight, I hit the bulls eye every night…" (...cars crash every night, I drink and drive everything in sight, I'm the first to shoot and the first to run, I hit the bullseye every night...).

Then it spoke of sex and love, mixed as always happens; rarely separate, the instinct screws the heart that impregnates the brain, but that's life. There was the idealized woman "..she’s got eyes of the bluest skies, as if they thought of rain, I hate to look into those eyes, and see an ounce of pain..