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Rating: Jizzy Pearl, Skid Love, Jon E. Love, and Joey Gold: four guys whose names already say a lot about what our ears will hear. A sound directly born from the music scene of the Sunset Boulevard in Los Angeles and its clubs, made of clattering guitars, catchy choruses, and a succession of tracks halfway between hard rock and metal that falls under the name of hair metal.
In short, all that clamor that was gifted to us towards the end of the eighties by bands of unruly thugs like Motley Crue, Guns N’ Roses, or Faster Pussycat. For a very brief season, even Love/Hate strutted as protagonists down the alleys of this festival of teased hair, glitter, and good music with their debut album in 1990.
Here, instead, we talk about the delicate moment of confirmation with their second effort, "Wasted In America," a difficult child to bring into the world, arriving after long disputes with the production company, which wanted another winning twin brother like "Blackout In The Red Room." Skid and company, however, decided to focus on change and to water their melodic lines with various experiments made of Arabesque sounds, a distorted, sometimes even sinister approach ("Don't Be Afraid"), and a massive dose of metal to further weigh down the atmosphere. Despite their good intentions and their undeniable attitude, the album never takes off and instead contorts within its own characteristics.
Legend has it that there are demos that, according to the musicians themselves, are significantly better than the final result. As if to say that production fell upon these twelve tracks, stripping them of their true essence. There remain flashes of light like the first single "Wasted In America," nestled between street metal and the allure of the sitar and the East. The slow, anti-racist "Don't Fuck With Me" and the carefree "Social Sidewinder." Meanwhile, many ideas are wasted in tracks that only partially find the right chemistry, struggling to hang on to mediocrity, perhaps helped by "high" references, like the Zeppelin-like attack of "Cream" or the well-learned lesson from father band Motley Crue in the second single "Evil Twin."
The ridiculous attempt at self-promotion by frontman Jizzy, who had himself raised crucified on the "Y" of Hollywood with the help of the other musicians and their entourage, served no purpose. Love/Hate stayed at a standstill and only Jizzy himself has continued, through ups, downs, and long pauses, to always be present in the band. Skid is now in the Philippines, Joey is enjoying life in Hawaii with his lovely family and his golf-player outfits, while guitarist Jon E. Love is still hustling in the U.S. underground rock scene with his namesake band.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Wasted in America (03:44)
Mama's in the kitchen
Papa's on the porch
Junior's downstairs in the basement
Passin' on freedom's torch
They're busy fighting
Fillin' all the jails
But sure as the sun do shine in the mornin'--
There's drugs on sale
They're getting wasted
Wasted
They're getting wasted
Wasted in America
Something's gone wrong with the TV generation
I am the product of that situation
So you say you're feelin'
Pinhead frustration
C'mon join the nation
They're getting wasted
Wasted
They're getting wasted
Wasted in America
Don't ask me why things are the way they are
They just are
I don't know why
People are so curious
They wanna chase it
They wanna taste it
They wanna get wasted
They're getting wasted
Wasted
They're getting wasted
Wasted in America
They're getting wasted in New Jersey
Wasted in Illinois
Wasted in California
And the Texans say "You 'all"
Wasted in America
They're getting wasted in America
They're getting wasted in America
09 Don't Fuck With Me (03:25)
I'm proud to be an outlaw
I'm proud to be a rock n' roller
Just don't want to get judged by the color of my skin
Or the beer that I'm drinkin'
Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you
We can be brothers and wear our different colors too
Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you
Some people got a problem with a man in long hair
I don't care
Some people don't like a poor boy 'cause they think you can't win
For the thoughts that he's thinkin'
Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you
We can be brothers and wear our different colors too
Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you
We can be brothers and wear our different colors too
Do unto others as you'd have others do unto you
Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you
--Repeat bridge--
Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you
We can be brothers and wear our different colors too
Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you
We can be brothers and wear our different colors too
Don't fuck with me 'cause I don't look like you
We can be brothers and wear our different colors too
Don't fuck with me and I won't fuck with you
We can be brothers and wear our different colors too
And wear our different colors too
And wear our different colors too
And wear our different colors too
And wear our different colors too
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