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http://www.elpais.com/articulo/portada/REINO/EXCESO/elppgl/20081205elptenpor_2/TesAnd here you have a basic translation...................enjoy !
REPORTAGE: MUSIC IN THE KINGDOM OF THE EXCESS
DIEGO A. MANRIQUE 05/12/2008
Chinese democracy will go down in history like the final frenzy of the golden age of the record companies. Like that is the disc that Guns N' Roses has taken 15 years in recording. IN not very distant times, volumes will be published, documentaries will be rolled on the chinese democracy gestation. The numbers prove: so tantalizing! 15 years, 14 studies, legions of musicians and technical staff, a cost superior to the budget of health of many African countries. And all the folklore: the rumors, the filtrations, the suits.
Another matter will be the tone of these analyses. Chinese democracy might go down in history like the final frenzy of the Golden Age of the record companies: a work done without limit of expenses, without deadline, without supervision.
If you need a model history on the egomania, here be chinese democracy. It takes all the money of the world and plays at giving packing to your uncertain ideas: the songs spent for so much forms that some topic (the big There was to time) recognizes the traces of five arreglistas orchestral, other five for the batteries (?) two of choirs and four personal details; in all these categories it represents Axl Rose. Many cuts are not satisfied with the alone typical one of volcanic guitar: they show several, of different guitarists.
It usually affirm that the gods conceived the cocaine to punish the excesses of the stars of the rock. Do not believe it: the mortal prank was the invention of Pro Tools and other skills of digital edition, which they condemn to the insecure artists to an eternity of speculations, grafts, replacements, accumulations, agonies. Like that are born monsters inflated like chinese democracy: there are courts where not only it seems that diverse bands coincide but it sounds as if there two or three different vocalists were singing. And they go away easy to six minutes.
In spite of everything, the disc is a monument to the creative will of Axl Rose. For this music, it had to do without ancient trip partners and, certainly, without companions with veto right. No equal one might support so many doubts and so many emulations after detallitos extracted from formulae that are or they were cool: the industrial rock, trip hop, nü metal, etno beat, techno, the epic sound-tracks. The subliminal message: apart from making Guns N' Roses better than the dipped ones of my ex-pals, also I can sound "modern" (everything "modern" that a guy can know by intuition asocial in a mystics' bubble, seguratas and lawyers).
Finally, Axl has suffered for his art. The ancient panther with bandana has transformed in a millionaire's species of doubtful aspect and beliefs new age. That feels unequivocally claimed by his Chinese Democracy. Proud, it is so proud.
THE COURT OF KING HISTERIAS, SONG TO SONG
Chinese democracy. Fitted between ethnic ambiences, a rock kick. The history: is it a denunciation of the Chinese ruling class or a complex personal Axl metaphor? The most clumsy heap of the disc does not justify itself:" nation" with "masturbation."
Shackler's revenge. The most recognizable Axl. The pursuit of Falun Gong does not worry him, as in the previous topic. Simply, it has a fly catching of 15 and does not want to calm down with affectionate words; it is going to go out to burn the city.
Better. Pop begins like a filigree and it does not lose this character, although a phenomenal sullen riff is imposed finally. The text smells to self-help manual.
Street of dreams. Since to Freddie Mercury, to Axl it puts the fireworks guitarrera but neither it resists to the big dramatic ballad with ropes, so: what happens if we mix it? The blues was entitled originally, revealing the secret love for Elton John. I argue: you have gone away, I still remember you.
If the world. This declaration of entire love is listened in lies Network, last movie of Ridley Scott, and sounds so sincere as any song of Hollywood. To the hard nucleus of his parish him these touches will choke spanish of acoustic guitar and these programmings.
There was a time. This yes that is a movies... erotically. Solemn bundle for the chronicle of the hang for an exclusive interview call girl or a particularly mixed up dilettante. The thickness of information — the poems made sure to the disc the parental advisory tag — gets together really with the orchestral nobility.
The catcher in the rye. Level: a literary reference! But to J. D. Salinger, author of The guard between the hundredth one, will disgust so much this mention like which the killer of John Lennon will appropriate of the book. In fact, the topic - weapon, mental voices, visceral hates — seems bulging of the imagination of Mark Chapman.
Scraped. Cavalcade with will of generational anthem for impressionable souls: we are alone against the world, are unconquerable and unstoppable. The doctor Rose recommends:" He believes in you".
Rhiad n' the bedouins. The environmental intro suggests that it is going to treat transcendental matters. Axl reproaches here the error of the war of Iraq, but the same way he could be vomiting his anger against Slash and company.
Sorry. Attempt of invoicing another November rain. Reproaches where feverish nations will want to see the bogey of the fiancée model who left him for a millonetis ("you sold your soul / but I will not allow you to win").
I.R.S. Similar fury against the woman who left him would be an argument sufficient for an order of alienation. Nevertheless, everything is anchored by a digital base and a few pondered dynamic contrasts.
Madagascar. Orchestration and poetical language for a defense of the personal freedom, promoted by a collage that alternates vibrant phrases of Martin Luther King — "finally you free" — with voices cinematographic. Brilliant.
This I love. So monumental ballad of lost love suggests the rock wagneriano of Meatloaf (although his puppeteer, Jim Steinman, could always throw a wink to you to lighten so much melodrama).
Prostitute. Other one of these confessions with finished modern. Although finally the old hysteria is imposed guitarrera in charge of Buckethead, the menda that one that takes a bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken in the head. In the world of Axl Rose, the sublime thing coexists with the ridiculous thing.
