Os presento este disco que salió el pasado 14 de octubre y se ha colado ya entre lo mejor que he escuchado en este 2016. Jeff Rosenstock es yanqui, ha estado en bandas como Bomb! The Music Industry o The Arrogant Sons of Bitches entre otros. "Worry" es su tercer disco en solitario, y en mi opinión el mejor hasta la fecha. En él podéis encontrar himnos de dos minutos con una honestidad, frescura y energía como hace mucho que no escuchaba. Pensad en él como en un Rivers Cuomo con más mala leche, en un terreno cercano al que pisan Joyce Manor. Disco recomendadísimo de 17 canciones, a cual de ellas mejor, en 38 minutos.
Os dejo un par de ellas que no puedo dejar de ponerme, con sus letras que son cojonudas:
They would pluck us from the lives we're living
With no fucks given and profit from the pain
Forcing you and I to feel like children
Cause if they didn't, we wouldn't be too scared
To say that we don't wanna live inside a hellhole
And waste our energy on all these assholes
We don't wanna live inside a hellhole
I've gone to the platform
Spent a long time waiting with ceilings dripping
As mice run through the rain
Why do we accept the hand we're given?
The dealer's grinning, she knows we're terrified of change
But we don't wanna live inside a hellhole
And give our money to some fucking asshole
We don't wanna live inside a hellhole
I'm gone
I'm gone
We don't wanna live inside a hellhole
I'm gone
It feels completely ridiculous
that I’m a willing participant,
gazing at the purple and pinks
in the shadow of a bank-sponsored skyline.
“Unite against the establishment!™
(while drones transmit the images
to a server farm in the valley for a culture
that will eat its own insides.)”
Oh, they wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something.
They wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something.
They wouldn’t be your friend if it wasn’t worth it,
if you didn’t have something they could take.
Take a long look at the billboards
that smother the air ‘til you can’t ignore ‘em
and glamorize department store crust-punk-chic
‘cause Satan’s trending up and it’s Fashion Week
but this is not a movement
It’s just careful entertainment for an easy demographic
in our sweatshop denim jackets
and we’ll wonder, “What just happened?!”
when the world becomes Manhattan
where the banks steal the apartments
just to render them abandoned.
Oh, they wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something.
They wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something.
They wouldn’t be your friend if it wasn’t worth it,
if you didn’t have something they could take.
We’re not stupid people
but this financial oppression
has got everyone believing
all that we can do is nothing
‘cause we organize through avenues
they lace with advertisements
so the ones we try to rage against
are still lining their pockets.
Oh, they wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something.
They wouldn’t be your friend if you weren’t worth something.
They wouldn’t be your friend if it wasn’t worth it,
if you didn’t have something they could take.
Y el disco para que lo escuchéis ya, sin pensarlo:
