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Rating: Linea 77 are perhaps the most valid Italian reality of this period, one of the few metal bands that managed to go beyond this small country, which abroad lives only off Pausini, Ramazzotti, and little else.
After a valid debut album like Too Much Happiness, which was still impersonal and too tied to the sounds of new American metal marked by Korn, Deftones, Rage Against The Machine, etc. from whom they took many cues, the five deliver this Ketchup Suicide in 2000, certainly their best album to date.
Here we finally hear the true Linea 77, more mature and original than the debut and backed by good production that was lacking in TMH, a self-produced record.
The sound is full and powerful thanks to an excellent bass-drum duo and a massive and "creamy" guitar keeping pace.
Emo, with his often distorted voice, brings all the rage needed, exasperating the scream and singing in an almost desperate manner, very angry, and Nitto, despite not having excessive vocal abilities, is an excellent second voice that blends well with the sound mix created by the band and if we want to "lighten" a bit the atmosphere created by the violent first voice.
The songs alternate between calm, slow parts, almost expectant, where Emo often "speaks" even in a whisper rather than shouting, with real explosions of rage and violence as in the splendid "Potato Music Machine" that opens the album, or in "McHuman Deluxe".
In the title track and the final cover "Walk Like An Egyptian", a female voice was also used, a decidedly accurate choice.
The album starts off strongly with the duo "Potato Music Machine"-"Ketchup Suicide," certainly among the best songs on the record, then slightly declines in the middle part where the less successful tracks "Miss It" and "You\Kimono" are found, and ends beautifully with a much-appreciated return home (a pity it's the only episode if we want to say it all, except for "Smile" where English-Italian are alternated) with the splendid "Moka", a critique of the star system to which I hope Linea never conforms, and the original aforementioned cover "Walk Like An Egyptian".
The songs are all quite short, around three minutes each. The result is an excellent album, which flows quickly without problems or major stylistic falls, and that places Linea 77 certainly ahead of everyone in the Italian metal scene, unfortunately lacking inventiveness and originality, but also the necessary support from the labels that seem not to believe too much in the potential of our local bands, so much so that Linea had to sign with an English label like the extreme Erache to demonstrate their worth to the rest of the world, which they are really doing great.
Tracklist and Lyrics
03 Walk Like An Egyptian (05:45)
All the old paintings on the tombs
They do the sand dance don't you know
If they move too quick (oh whey oh)
They're falling down like a domino
All the bazaar men by the Nile
They got the money on a bet
Gold crocodiles (oh whey oh)
They snap their teeth on your cigarette
Foreign types with the hookah pipes say
(Chorus)
Ay oh whey oh, ay oh whey oh
Walk like an Egyptian
The blonde waitresses take their trays
They spin around and they cross the floor
They've got the moves (oh whey oh)
You drop your drink then they bring you more
All the school kids so sick of books
They like the punk and the metal band
When the buzzer rings (oh whey oh)
They're walking like an Egyptian
All the kids in the marketplace say
(Repeat Chorus)
Slide your feetup the street bend your back
Shift your arm then pull it back
let the sargent know(oh whey oh)
So strike a pose on a Cadillac
If you want to find all the cops
They're hanging out in the donut shop
They sing and dance (oh whey oh)
Spin the clubs cruise down the block
All the Japanese with their yen
The party boys call the Kremlin
And the Chinese know (oh whey oh)
They walk the line like Egyptian
All the cops in the donut shop say
(Repeat Chorus)
Walk like an Egyptian
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