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Rating: Thoughts catch fire like the flaming heads of the two Siamese androgynes on the cover, and the chair with the inverted rocking chair is Siamese too: "Nothing's shocking"... On the other hand, how could it be otherwise for the band members with their bloody family histories?
We were talking about the cover, but it's the back cover photo, capturing the "boys," that opens a black hole with those ancient headdresses, with that canyon-Ararat landscape in the background, with Farrell's alien gaze looking at something in the future, with Navarro's slightly lowered gaze wanting to forget the future, with Avery's frown sensing an unwelcome presence, with Perkins hinting at a smile as he peers ahead of him.
And then the music, so immediate, so free... Perry actually surfing the Pacific Ocean waves and bringing back in his singing the adrenaline produced by maritime slides, and the others perfectly blending the extraterrestrial feel that belongs to these guys on the crest.
Bought as soon as it came out, thirty-six years ago, thirty-six... It remains suspended, overwhelming us with that incredible sound they unleash, with a surprise that only "the truth (will be) shouted from the rooftops" can evoke.
And they shout that thing that "hurts I know," but in this case, we welcome the pain produced by the shamanic progress of the mammoth compositions disguised as alternative rock, that overwhelm us, and we do not dodge because we understand that all the body's friction with the soul is violence.
It is up to us to mosh towards an awareness of understanding the thin red line between the possessions that toss us around and our pure conscience.
They were missing and the gift is great, it was missing that awareness that violence has dramatically shaped us and knowing how to transform it into aggregation that makes us feel among friends by attending a freak show that makes us accept our monstrous part and that makes us develop compassion for the monstrosities of others and in the eccentricity of the disguises celebrate the carnival that only L.A. could mystify.
Life gives us plenty of bruises, even though on Jane's Addiction island, they're the ones giving everyone bumps, and we joyfully take this beating.
Everything burns, everything burns...
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By FabbioAW
To me, they were the ones who founded real Alternative Rock.
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