If there is a musical genre damned, this is hard rock. Reviled by conservative and timid, has not had a better opinion in the ranks of liberals.
The first, rooted in a prudish, authoritarian vision of the customs, have always suspicious of a hairy who embodied better than anyone the moral decadence of the West . Not to mention the nostalgic cars of faith, embracing the false satanic black legend.
Under these conditions, the heavies could have been converted to the sect's flag on the left. Nothing is further from reality, since we're talking about musicians, puppeteers not. Professional, not demagogues. Of hard road, not intellectual design. Real people, not transvestites rebel preppies.
They have been criticized for his lyrics just are evasive, dumped in the fantastic (Iron Maiden) or in love (Whitesnake), and not the totem of "social". Perhaps the right-thinking
are taking a toll in some way by the small grain of sand in the 80's brought many groups heavies to the fall of the Berlin Wall, a topic worthy of study apart. The devotion with which he received a Pink Floyd and Judas Priest in Poland, Hungary and Czechoslovakia, was a button shows nothing discreet charm of the West posed to the inhabitants of the "proletarian paradise." It is understood that their nostalgic do not ask no grace.
But old rockers never die. It has come to my ears the last Whitesnake album "Live ... in the shadow of the blues" (2006) and has been like entering a time tunnel, recovering an era of authenticity, talent and energy, without age or labels .
few together as a band where each of its components gives his virtuosity for the benefit of all. A magical voice, that of David Coverdale, which seems to be no time has passed, and of course, the unconditional communion with the public, a rite thaumaturgical and purifying. Immortal songs that make us go almost the entire history of rock from early 70 (Burn, Stormbringer, to Deep Purple), the most brutal heavy metal Still of the night or Bad Boys, through ballads like Is this chilling love or the purest blues Is not no love in the heart of the city.
The current picture of hard rock, nevertheless encouraging. His new golden age is living in the Scandinavian countries. A new wave of young people with classical training are renewing overwhelming gender and, although Spain continues on the sidelines, the rage in Japan and the U.S. With the precedent of "guitar hero" Yngwie Malmsteen Swedish we have come from the north, the electric cellos Apocalyptica or class of Sonata Artica.
But we already do not forget to quarantine the orphans of the storm, as the old song Santa:
slowly faded a lone star in the sky
road twenty years behind already feel tired. A new fashion
cast,
were defeated without a fight
are the orphans of the storm,
firstborn of faith.
not kept their guitars,
would not bury them alive.
not changed his jeans and shirts worn in the wind.
showed the way forward,
today are in my mind once again.
are the orphans of the storm,
first-born of faith.
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