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Rating: Don't tell me nonsense. You know it. You know it better than I do. Even the stones know it. Lynyrd Skynyrd has not existed since 1977. A fairy tale ended in a tragic plane crash, which devastated the entire band. Although many lives were taken, including that of the undisputed leader Ronnie Van Zant, that fatal day could have ended much worse, I say this without making stupid and offensive hypotheses. From then on, millions of fans around the world have lived in the sole memory, the memory of one of the greatest rock bands of all time, including myself. Had they made only one album, just one, their debut, nothing and no one in the world would have taken this label away from them. I will never forget my first time with "Free Bird," from the first initial notes of the mellotron to those three volcanic guitar solos, simply thrilling.
Having closed this enormous historical/sentimental parenthesis, I would like to focus on one thing, the core of this review:
Why?
Why...?
Why reunite a completely shattered group almost devoid of any historical component, which would slowly disappear over the years? Why release new studio albums one more useless than the other? Why tarnish a musical faith in exchange for a few bucks? Why, dear Johnny Van Zant, tell me, why?
A series of questions that inevitably lead to a single word as the answer, the word that describes the synthesis of this charade, which has been going on for over 20 years. But instead of telling you right away, I'll leave it to you to guess what it is. The first one who does wins a bag of gummy bears. In the meantime, I'll "try" to focus with a few words on the album. Well...what is there to say? Mmmhh... I don't know, I don't know what to say other than each song is more useless and anonymous than the other, in a cycle that's nothing short of endless, you can easily get to the end of the album and as soon as you start the first track again, it will seem even more useless than the last. And this is something that really happened to me. The problem is not just that this album has no reason nor right to exist, because, if we ignore the band's name, this could come across as a sufficient and ordinary modern country/hard rock album, the kind that's so loved by average Americans. Just like the previous "God & Guns" from 2009, except that the latter was a tad better, just a tad. All this does not justify the concentration of uselessness that reigns both around the album and around the group. Fundamentally there's little to nothing to save, given that every song is forgotten, indeed, rejected by the brain's memory within a few hours. I also want to say that "Good Teacher" is one of the most irritating and annoying songs I've heard this year. Not to mention the lyrics, pure and typical southern redneck ignorance.
Uh, enough. Enough, I don't want to talk anymore. I no longer wish to speak about this pseudo-tribute band to Lynyrd. An album to forget and above all to reject for anyone who was once a follower. Same thing I said in 2009. Today I reiterate it and shout it even louder and more angrily than before. But since I'm a jerk, the blame is not only on those who recorded this… this crap, but also on those who published it. That's right, those pathetic and infamous individuals at Roadrunner Records.
And so I end my tenth review for one of the most abominable albums of 2012, and I decide to inaugurate my new personal section, with the colorful name "Roadrunner Vaffanculo," dedicated to condemning all these craps at the hands of Roadrunner, the Ubisoft of music, starting precisely with this album. And, personally, it's sad to see how low it has sunk, from 1999 to today. Well, I leave you with two links, which are respectively the logo and the theme song.
SCORE = 15 / 100
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