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The soul is Alice In Chains Jerry Cantrell. It was at the time of Staley, it is today, even more. Alice In Chains are back in 2009 with "Black Gives Way to Blue," an album nice and hard. Difficult because of the inevitable comparison with the cumbersome past with the myth. The soul of Alice In Chains however, again, it's Jerry Cantrell, and it is the time a bit 'all if not make it a reason, especially after listening to "The devil put dinosaur here": it is not guilty of treason in saying openly that this is one of the best albums ever Alice In Chains. It is not sin, and above all, we should not feel guilty at all, because to admit it does not in any way diminish or even less (God forbid) forget Staley. Let me be clear once and for all. "The devil put dinosaur here" is an album born without the slightest pretense (or debt to pay): "I do not think you will be surprised what you'll hear. We are. It 'still a single disc, the new chapter in the story of Alice In Chains, a big one. " Cantrell says: then do that from here on then turns definitively page.
Twelve pieces, almost seventy minutes. Sound dry, dirty riffs and heavy as boulders; melodies acid (the trademark of the ACIs) that stand out against the background and knead in the vocal harmonies perfectly mixed (high-impact) of Cantrell and DuVall, one who agrees, will not have the intensity of its predecessor, but has amply demonstrated that it deserves the place giving that touch of extra, his touch to each piece. Pieces in this case more metal than rock, no doubt, put out to dry in the Seattle area. There really is not much else to say about this album except that its great beauty lies entirely in its strength. A force performed without compromise, as a vent. The triumph of songwriting Cantrell; dark ballads of a disarming clarity: "Hollow" ... "Pretty done", the intro deadly "Stone", a true masterpiece, a charging bull with his head down, or the beautiful and atmospheric " Hung on a hook, "commissioning rightly closing. "Voices" and "Scalpel," exude the essence of Alice In Chains, those who know how to write large pieces with just a voice and a guitar. And then "The devil put dinosaur here" almost seven minutes for the direct descent into hell; perfect title track, multi-faceted, layered. Not surprisingly, what we hear, these are the Alice In Chains. In its own way, however, is unique and powerful. Elegant and wonderful. "Lab monkey" and "low ceiling"? See above. "Breath on a window" a runaway train. "Phantom limb", again seven minutes of furious raw metal, a straight shot to the body, and finally "Choke" to close it all with a touch of melancholy. A closure cathartic for contrast makes everything else more defined and dense. Everything even more beautiful.
"The devil put dinosaur here" is a Mr. disc. An album to take with heat and consume without restraint. The new album of Alice In Chains: to date, one of the absolute best out this year. A Layne probably would have liked.
TRACKLIST
"Hollow"
"Pretty done"
"Stone"
"Voices"
"The devil put dinosaurs here"
"Lab monkey"
"Low ceiling"
"Breath on a window"
"Scalpel"
"Phantom limb"
"Hung on a hook"
"Choke"
