Red Hot Chili Peppers
Live In Hyde Park

THE REVIEW

Ok. Review: “live in Hyde Park” by RHCP. And I know it’s already been written and I even read it, and I don’t give a damn, so in any comments, spare me the reminder.

That said, let’s move on to Hyde Park. Let’s overlook the purely commercial essence of the album release (ah, money god, you’ve ensnared even my beloved RHCP) and move directly to the songs. “Intro”: the beginning tells me so much “Baby Appeal” (distant 1984) then comes the dreaded (poor me) improvisation by JF, who in past live shows has demonstrated his great ineptitude in the field of improv, which in the end isn’t even that bad, if it weren’t for the tremendous wah-wah à la kirk-hammett. “Can’t Stop”, “Around The World” and all the others flow without major issues but always lack something that makes them seem incomplete (something like a proper solo JF I suggest you go back to taking lessons).

Could this very unfinishedness (did I coin a new term?) be the secret of RHCP? Maybe so, but I used to listen (once) to “Fight like a brave” and afterward felt good as if I had just jerked off. Anyway, among the general standardization of CD1, only “I feel Love” (Donna Summer or something like that right mister Frusciante?) and the unreleased “Rolling something”, which is a prelude to the style adopted in “Stadium Arcadium”, which then isn’t really a style in itself, and this is a merit to the Chilis. In CD2 we witness masterpieces of virtuosity and technique (as far as a shitty guitarist like me knows) like “Drum Homage Medley” and “Flea’s Trumpet”. On the other hand, nothing is perfect and here too, they slip into the ByTheWay universe, unfortunately. It has to be said that, despite all this might seem like a violent form of ass-kissing on my part (what the hell, this guy first flushes these poor guys down the toilet and even cleans with the brush, now he says “it has to be said” = howmuchilovethesebastardsihavejustentrustedtothemagictubeflushing), I guarantee that my rants are only the pains from wounds left by the four.

As I was saying, it has to be said that the covers and especially AK’s numerous and vigorous off-key notes still show that old and so much loved by me punk-funk streak on the now white pop shirts of the red hots.