“…E il nostro trio diventerà un duo…”, così cantavano Pumba e Timon nel “Re Leone”, così pure cantano altri due “animali” Panda Bear e Avey Tare rimasti orfani, per scelta o per forza non è dato saperlo, del terzo Animal Collective.
Tuttavia i due sembrano cavarsela bene anche senza l’uomo dei bottoni, quello dietro la console per capirci. Ce lo dimostrano ampiamente in Sung Tongs uscito solo poche settimane fa per la Fat Cat.
Il disco per quanto possa sembrare strambo e sconnesso parla gli accordi basilari della musica pop (quella con la “P” maiuscola), usa quindi un linguaggio universalmente comprensibile. Tuttavia al duo animalesco non devono piacere i sentieri dritti ed in discesa. Infatti qui gli epiteti fissi del pop vengono letti e riscritti in chiavi diverse, scomposti e rimontati nella loro posizione inversa, de-contestualizzati. Spesso accelerati o rallentati come nel caso della palpitante “We Tiger” (giusto per non allontanarci dallo zoo).
La strumentazione è tanto basilare nelle sue linee guida, quanto varia e strampalata negli accessori di abbellimento al disco. Una semplicissima chitarra acustica fa infatti da filo conduttore per tutto l’album. Da contorno invece, le fanno un incredibile mix di strumenti etnici da un lato e raffinati impreziosimenti elettronici (alla maniera sconnessa degli ultimi Flaming Lips o a quella dei più rarefatti Radiohead) dall’altro.
L’elemento etnico non risulta rimanere relegato solo allo strumentario, ma sale prepotentemente all’attenzione anche grazie a certi cori e coretti molto vicini alla tradizione afro. Appare evidente questo nella allegra e scanzonata “Who Could Win A Rabbit”. Anche in “College” è forte l’impressione di trovarsi di fronte ad una ballata tribale, di quelle dove si salta intorno al fuoco seguendo lo sciamano. Ma la sua intro fa più pensare ad un Brian Wilson formato Surfin’ Safari e forse la citazione è più un tributo che un involontarietà. Come riferimenti dunque anche i Beach Boys, ma come non pensare alla Psichedelia Barrettiana ascoltando certi ipnotici e ripetitivi vocalizzi, come nel caso della prolissa “Visiting Friends”.
Un disco estremamente bello e affascinante che propone in chiave estremamente attuale ed innovativa il nobilissimo ed antichissimo tema della psichedelica, affrontato con semplicità infantile. Come dire che forse bisogna regredire alla fanciullezza per maneggiare con pura semplicità i fondamenti Pop e rielaborarli con candida, ingenua e sincera genialità.
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02 Who Could Win a Rabbit (02:18)
Hungry bread and butter hustle
You’ve been doing it a while, it is only fair
Where's your relaxation?
Words that aren’t required for your help
Quit hating on my new perspective
But hurrying along with meal is ever done
You could win a rabbit
You could have a rabbit or
With the fast child is gonna have a dead hand
We can get it strong again
But mine let must put on good habits
Been working and put on good habits
Sometimes I can’t find my good habits
Do dodododo dododododododododododo!
Oh, Spanish babies, all the echoes
Heard she’s getting better, stay out of the train
Let you wipe your feet off
Eat it like it’s going to get away
Your coffee sure is getting colder
Your teeth are getting fewer spaces in the way
You could win a rabbit
You could build a rabbit with a rib
Wabbit or habit, habit or real
Wabbit or habit, habit or real
Rabbit or habit
Do dodododo dododododododododododo!
05 Kids on Holiday (05:47)
Are you waiting for me?
At the end of the airport
I’m off buying our tickets
Auteur in hibernation
But I’m feeling impatient
We were late for departure
And the smell of pajamas
Is what makes me feel frivol
There are minutes for sleeping
But we didn’t have minutes to spare
So you’re feeling sleepy
Sympathize with the retard
Being held by his mother
She’s got spit in her napkin
And she’s pushing him that way
Like the stench through the men's room
And it’s making you nauseous
Where the hell have I got to?
There’s a boy who’s a Krishna
And he thinks you look pretty
Well, he's eyeing your stockings
He’s got books to help you with your life
But there’s no need to worry
This is just a vacation
It’s not permanent leaving
Every kid gets excited
When his parents are yelling
They ordered a Lincoln
And they received a compact
And there’s fat nuns and tenors
Who are blocking departure
Till I’m birthed from their vulvas
And I kiss you and hug you
Do you remember our forfeits?
And you shout at the platform
Here we come mister airplane
Please, Please, Please, Please
Try, Try, Try
To enjoy your roots
Have some fun, fun
Kids on holiday
09 We Tigers (02:43)
(spoken: "May I bang with this?")
I'm like this and you're like this,
(we tigers we tigers woop!)
Hey kids let's pick up sticks let's make a sound of our own,
All dogs invited if everything feels wrong then we need a little bangin' goin on.
1-2-3 arms for the trees self seekers vomiting doubts,
I changed all your words but my poltergeist concurs that words aren't even neccessary right now.
But I'm a noisy singer singing out a dinner, dinners are much stranger now.
Anybody? Come on anybody? Anybody? come on everybody!
Tigers tigers... Crawl out...
Katie did it Katie did it... Crawl out....
Oagers oagers oagers crawl out...
I've felt worse but I feel the curse of knowing what I shouldn't be,
Dont know where we will go but lets walk around and pretend to own houses we see,
Kiss for a kiss, love change for chips, rules; but I thought you and I,
Remember you young duck you crashed at my apartment you kept me up and made me smile.
Now I'm a noisy singer singing out a dinner dinners are much stranger now.
Anybody? Come on anybody? Anybody? come on everybody!
Tigers, tigers, tigers, tigers....
10 Mouth Wooed Her (04:24)
Good day outside
Tribe of life and mine and yours
You’re so good and natural
Arms appeal
Cause your so close
Close to I
And eyeing my face
So I can take you out at breakfast time
Yes you’re nice
All so violent
All so sure
I figured it out
I think I’ve figured it out
We be patient
Time for a nap
And now
If I could just fix the clock I’d take you out
At breakfast time
I don’t want no one of
I don’t want none agua
I don’t want one of the
I don’t want none of those
I don’t want no one no
I don’t want more of them
I don’t want no one of the
I don’t want no agua
I’ve been thinking
Better (not) think
Better chance, better rosary
Words are green,
And words are weed
We get dressed,
Now lets all go out, oh lets
The dye in my face is hot
And all the kids
At breakfast time
better drink it all
if i let ya have it
I need mouth water
I need mouth water
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Di daniele/tsh1
Le voci sono le protagoniste in questo disco, cori, rielaborazioni e decostruzioni fanno riscoprire all’ascoltatore le infinite sfumature della voce umana.
Un disco che fin dal primo ascolto colpisce, per la delicatezza, per l’incisività, a volte per la pazzia, a volte per la genialità.
