Well, here I am, I've long wanted to speak passionately about what I consider one of the greatest albums in the history of Rock.
Actually, seen from the outside, 'One Hot Minute' doesn't seem all that special: the little girl on the cover has something irritating and unsettling at the same time, and even more inconceivable are the faces of the Peppers grinning shamelessly (and dazed) on the last page of the booklet, are we crazy, Chad Smith with a little toy in hand? In short, this was my first impression when, still inexperienced but eager fan of the Chilis, 2 years ago I bought the aforementioned album.
Then I listened to "Warped." "Never heard anything like it." I'm left speechless... it's really true that music is life. The chills (it's from these that I test the marvelousness of music on myself) that this song gives me are incomparable to any other sensation I have experienced, experience, or will ever experience. And we're just at the beginning... Well, actually, exhausted by the impact of "Warped," I consider the other songs good, but not exceptionally extraordinary: "Aeroplane" is almost a ballad tending towards pop, cute in its genre though, "Walkabout" and "Tearjerker" are respectively funny and... tear-jerking, but let's move on to the other real gems: "Deep Kick" which goes BOOM! a blast of general hilarity, "Coffee Shop" which is bold, "Pea" which is degrading to the highest levels (long live Flea), and the eponymous (to the album) "One Hot Minute," with its final break of a good 64 deung-deung.
Beautiful Songs. I would propose an equally beautiful mix between these and other greats from 'Mother's Milk,' a mixed album like "One Hot Milk" or "Mother's Minute," yes, yes, it wouldn't be bad...
Even if this album has a small flaw (it may seem, after everything I've said so far, that I don't really like the CD much, but in reality I'm crazy about it... try it to believe it, it has a strange effect) and that is: Dave Navarro. Although I recently declared to my Sweetie Friends that I don’t intend to marry anyone other than a Navarro or a Black (referring to Jack Black, love of my life), I must still say that I always and nonetheless consider John Frusciante the best over-21 guitarist of all time (for now, the best under-21 is the guy I like, whose name I will not say for obvious reasons), followed immediately by Jimi Hendrix, Yngwie Malmsteen, Jimmy Page, Angus Young, Ace Frehley... but that’s another story. In short, I kind of like this Navarro, but he's no Frusciante.
It's like listening to "Stairway to Heaven" sung by Cristina D'Avena.
This album is horrendous. It’s absolute zero, it’s nothing, actually, this album doesn’t exist.
Mainly, it must be said that Dave Navarro is to this album as wwwhatemoorenet is to Missy Elliott.
"It’s hard to believe that the same band who composed 'Under The Bridge' now conceived intense tracks halfway between rock and metal."
"Once you accept that these are not Incubus, but the Red Hot Chili Peppers, you can appreciate even semi-masterpieces like 'Transcending' and 'One Hot Minute.'"
A perpetual melancholy envelops the entire album, even the songs that are apparently more joyful and lively.
An original and intimate album which, however, obviously cannot hold up to its predecessor.
"Could it be that the rowdy Navarro actually brought a breath of originality to the band with this album?"
"A splendid album, with a really good guitarist who in some ways is more creative, distinctive, and imaginative than Frusciante."
This album should at least be vividly appreciated by every true fan of the Californian quartet.
Listening to One Hot Minute, you don’t deal with a hybrid sound. This album is much more Chili Peppers than some of the crap from the 2000s.