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Libri & Fumetti / Re: L'ultimo libro che state leggendo o avete letto?
« il: 27 ottobre 2009, 10:14:52 »
Ho iniziato Il Simbolo Perduto di Dan Brown.
E mi sta piacendo parecchio!
E mi sta piacendo parecchio!
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il singolo è bruttinoSecondo me a Black Holes "je spiccia casa"![]()
spero che questo nuovo album non sia ancora più deludente del suo predecessore

)Muse – The Resistance
Just where exactly does a band go after a revelatory experience with black holes? Back to Earth it seems. If Origin of Symmetry was Muse embarking on their space rock odyssey, The Resistance is them returning home, matured, concentrated and intent on kicking ass and taking names. Gone is the angst and insular self-obsession, no longer adolescent, no longer playing; they have landed back on this planet and they don’t like what they see.
There is no gentle introduction as we have grown accustomed to – ‘Uprising’s gears whir in to action as it grabs you by the back of the neck, forces you against the wall and pats you down for a wire tap, just in case you’re, you know, ‘one of them’. The agenda is set – rise up and take the power back. ‘Resistance’ melts in, a dreamy, echo-laden opening with clap of thunder drums, overtaken by a simple piano hook and disco beat. It builds to a satisfyingly chunky chorus, Captain Bellamy bellowing “Love is our Resistance!” and who are we to argue? But the Thought Police are on to him; soon love just won’t be enough.
Punchy stabs of synth usher in ‘Undisclosed Desires’, a laid back ‘Map of the Problematique’ gone all soppy. Matt sings in a low register “beauty is not just a mask / exercise demons from the past”. A sexy declaration of devotion and building a future together, juxtaposed with Timbaland style percussion.
United States of Eurasia takes us back to 1984 paranoia, the gentle piano ballad erupting to Arabian piano and Queen-esque layered chanting. We are called on to unite our land masses to equal the might of America, but that tongue is firmly in cheek, and it gives us a note of comic relief from the onslaught of Muse manifesto.
80’s influences abound on ‘Guiding Light’ - a heart thump rhythm ripped straight out of Ultravox’s ‘Vienna’ marries up with clean, chiming guitars swamped in reverb for what will most definitely be a ‘lighter waving’ gig moment. A slow and gentle song, it laments "I’m confused with no guiding light" as the melancholy becomes all-consuming and it’s apparent that the stakes must be raised. We’re about to start a riot. Windows will be broken, landmarks defaced. Lines will be crossed, lives may be lost – but hey, you wanted this revolution didn’t you?! ‘Unnatural Selection’ is the audio encapsulation of this sentiment, a church organ intro groaning like the swaying, murmuring mob about to explode, then a pounding Molotov cocktail of a riff starts hammering our sensibilities to pieces, rendering us willing participants of the disruption. The bass work is unrelenting, coercing you in to rhythmic violence – push it beyond peaceful protest!
A plodding middle eight section gives brief respite to ponder the destruction and recoup your energy while taking in a dirty blues solo – but “we are not droplets in the ocean” is the war cry before a full on Guns and Roses style riff-fest complete with palm muting finishes the job for good. In a word, orgasmic.
There is no let up though, as ‘Mk Ultra’s fast synthesiser cuts and thumping bass warn us that “they’re breaking through”. They’re chasing after us, retribution for our rebellion. It’s fast paced, frantic and exciting, interspersed with heavy riff fills and more of the Queen style vocals. Matt sings “we’re falling…losing control” - could our Resistance be failing? Was the fight always fixed? Were the Thought Police on to us all along? If we must concede though, ‘I Belong to You (+Mon Coeur S'Ouvre A Ta Voix)’ is us having one hell of a time at the wake! It promotes visions of Matt standing at an aged piano plonking out the jaunty tune to the last remaining inebriated followers, holed up in their prohibition hiding place, revelling in what could be their last moments on earth. The structure changes dramatically, reeling out some ‘Butterflies and Hurricanes’ style ivory tinkling as Matt comes over all Edith Piaf before sliding back to the upbeat, bouncy melody and a clarinet solo that apes the vocal line. A huge gong clash signifies the end of the party, and we drift off in to alcohol disrupted sleep. To Orwellian nightmares. It’s time to think about what we have done, to accept we will resist no more – to decide what is next for us. A spiralling string section announces the Exogenesis symphony has begun. Ominous drums tell us we are in peril, as space arpeggio’s swirl around us and string vibrato raises the tension. Falsetto vocals take us to dark places, and a heavily distorted guitar colours the grand symphony, lilting back and forth from threatening to uplifting. The parts start to strip away leaving just the vocal to bridge us to ‘Cross Pollination’. An intense, cinematic piano solo eases us in, sobers us up, and waves of strings bring the realisation that it is time to abandon this condemned planet. We must “wade through the toxic clouds / breach the atmosphere / the edge of all our fears”. It becomes calamitous and catastrophic as we’re jettisoned in to orbit, “tell us your final wish / we’ll tell it to the world” says Bellamy as we start our journey towards destination unknown. ‘Redemption’ builds from a simple, repetitive melody reminiscent of ‘Blackout’ in to a euphoric refrain of “let’s start over again”. We drift weightlessly through space now, having reconciled our grievances, at peace with our choices and in harmony. We’ll get it right this time.
The Resistance is exhausting. It takes you through an entire spectrum of human emotion, a spectacular journey of an album. It is evident that in producing the songs themselves, Muse had free reign to experiment and not draw back when something was too esoteric, outlandish or just damn bat-crap crazy. And that’s why we love them. Like Winston Smith, they are taking a stand, taking chances. These secret rebels have come out of hiding and delivered a true magnum opus; a deep, multi-faceted and eclectic two finger salute to musical monotony.








