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"I'm more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle..."
Electro Glide In Blue... 8 minuti e rotti di pura poesia musicale, che invero ti stendono già dopo pochi secondi, ma nel senso più positivo del termine: una perfetta fusione di ambient, chillout ed elettronica minimale, in una continua dissolvenza di suoni campionati, scratch, e vaghi fraseggi di chitarra blues, persino, che in taluni momenti fanno capolino dalle retrovie e rifiniscono con classe l'atmosfera "notturna", rilassante, magica che si è venuta a creare con lo scorrere dei minuti. Una melodia che vorresti in loop eterno assieme al cantato, che ha quel non so che di "epico", gasante, che ti manda in brodo di giuggiole.
Questo disco è un fottuto capolavoro, e gli Apollo 440 (band di Liverpool nota anche come Apollo Four Forty) non faranno mai più niente di lontanamente paragonabile: la classica botta di culo, arrivata per giunta al secondo tentativo. Dopo una lunga sequela di singoli e remix vari (tutti buoni successi da "classifica"), e dopo aver esordito con l'album "Millennium Fever", gli Apollo fanno immediatamente il salto di qualità con "Electro Glide In Blue", pur non tradendo il loro stile "danzereccio" che poi in realtà è il loro marchio di fabbrica.
Capita così che l'incredibile title track, venga preceduta dal remix in chiave dub di "Ain't Talkin 'Bout Love" di Van Halen che per l'occasione diventa "Ain't Talkin 'Bout Dub" o ancora ci si ritrovi a muovere il culo con l'adrenalinica "Raw Power" o con una "Krupa" (omaggio al batterista jazz Gene Krupa) che a tratti pare uscita da una discoteca qualsiasi.
Ma il meglio è necessariamente da ritrovarsi nei momenti più "ragionati" del disco come nella pur trascinante "Altamont Super-Highway Revisited" (figata!) che da molto spazio anche alla chitarra e all'armonica a bocca di zeppeliniana memoria, o nei momenti cupi e stranianti di "Pain In Any Language", cantata da un emozionante Billy Mackenzie (ospite sul disco e morto suicida pochi mesi prima della pubblicazione dello stesso, risucchiato dal vortice della depressione che lo attanagliava) e sopratutto nell'epica "Stealth Mass In FM" con un'angelica Betty Gray alla voce. Non so descrivere a parole questa canzone, non ne sono capace. Ascoltatela, in solitudine: è 'na mazzata pazzesca. Questa canzone verrà pure messa in loop dalla radio BBC Radio One il giorno della morte della principessa Diana, il che è tutto dire.
Non sono un grande appassionato del genere, ma questo con questo disco è stato amore al primo ascolto, e non mi capita spesso questa cosa. Non fatevi trarre in inganno dalle derive dance, questo disco è molto di più. C-o-n-si-g-l-i-a-t-o.
"...Hey, you never can tell
maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
who's to say that heaven is in hell
escaping reality's touch
just in time - just in time before the bite gets too much
who's to say that heaven is in hell - can this be hell?"
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02 Ain't Talkin' 'bout Dub (04:31)
Let’s go back to the rock
Go back to the rock
And see it at fourforty
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout dub
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout dub
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout dub
Rocker to rocker, raver to raver
Turn up the bass why don’t you do us all a favour
Rocker to rocker, raver to raver
Turn up the bass why don’t you do us all a favour
Another danger zone
Red alert, another danger zone
Rrrrred alert
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout dub
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout dub
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout dub
04 Electro Glide in Blue (08:36)
I’m more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
I’m more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
Maybe I’m a loveboy, hooked on an aphrodisiac
Maybe I’m a strange one, maybe I’m a twisted maniac
Hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who’s to say that heaven is in hell
Escaping reality’s touch
Just in time just in time before the bite gets too much
Who’s to say that heaven is in hell can this be hell?
Maybe I’m a loveboy, hooked on an aphrodisiac
Or maybe I’m a strange one, maybe I’m a twisted maniac
Hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who’s to say that heaven is in hell
Can this be hell, oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality’s touch, yeah
Now just in time before the bite gets too much
Hey, hey, hey, you never can tell
I said, said, hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
I said maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who’s to say that heaven is in hell
Can this be hell, oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality’s touch
Just in time before the bite gets too much
I’m more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
I’m more dope than heroin, sharper than a needle
Sharper than a needle
I'm sharper than a needle
Sharper than a needle, needle, needle, needle, no
Yeah, sharper than a needle
Yeah, sharper than a needle
Hey, hey, hey, hey, you never can tell
Maybe you can touch the taste by the sense of smell
Who’s to say that heaven is in hell
Can this be hell oh well, oh well, oh well
Escaping reality’s touch
Yeah, just in time just in time before the bite gets too much
06 Tears of the Gods (06:18)
All right oh babe
Tears
She always talked about the gods
She had a direct line with the gods
You’ve been selected by the gods
She told me
Ok, babe, let’s make it then
(Looking for trouble? Have you got it?)
What a man has to go through for a piece of ass in a modern age it was highly ridiculous
Oh babe
Hey, what’s that shit?
The tears of the gods?
The tears of the gods
Yes, the tears of the gods!
07 Carrera Rapida (06:47)
Apollo forty four forty we gonna rock it
Apollo forty four forty we gonna rock it
(Spanish part)
Bring down shake now
Rapid racer string no chaser we gonna rock it
Chasing, wasting, blooding, hiding, squeezing, squeezing, running, hiding
Stealing, feeling, holding ’n’ dealing the basic chases
Blow out to Miami, riding to the ocean
Blow out to Miami, riding to the ocean
Blow out to Miami, riding to the ocean
Blow out to Miami, riding to the ocean
We gonna rock it
Blow out to Miami, riding to the ocean
We gonna roll it
Blow out to Miami, riding to the ocean
We gonna rock it
Blow out to Miami, riding to the ocean
We gonna rock it
(Spanish part)
Game over
08 Krupa (06:15)
Now back to Gene Krupa's syncopated style
Yeah, yeah - yeah, yeah - Gene Krupa's syncopated style
Yeah, yeah - yeah, yeah - Gene Krupa's syncopated style
Yeah, yeah - yeah, yeah - Gene Krupa's syncopated style
10 Pain in Any Language (08:40)
I’m gonna love you till you love me then no more
You’re gonna need me like I need you right now
I’m gonna screw you for all you’re worth and no more
You’re gonna need me it’s the same in any language
The pain in any language is the same in any language
I’m gonna love you till you love me then no more
You’re gonna need me like I need you right now
You’re gonna need me it’s the same in any language
The pain in any language is the same in any language
I’m gonna love you till you love me then no more
It’s the same in any language
The pain in any language
Same in any language
I’m gonna love you till you love me then no more
Look, you’re gonna need me
They won’t love you, like I love you
They won’t love you, like I do
They won’t love you, like I love you
They won’t love you, like I do
12 Raw Power (03:50)
Raw power, more power, foot to the floor power here we go, here we go
Raw power, your power, out on the floor power
Drum power, bass power, right in your face power, rip it up
Raw power, full power, out on the floor power, here we go, here we go
Like a bullet from the gun, you’re on the run
We got it if you want some, want some
We’ll squeeze it to the last drop, from the bottom,
To the very tip top, hip hop, don’t stop, go!
Go, go, go, go!
Raw power, more power, foot to the floor power
Raw power, full power, out on the floor power, here we go, here we go
We got to give it all or nothing at all
We got to give it all or nothing at all
We got to give it all or nothing at all
We got to give it all or nothing at all
Rip it up come on, come on!
Slam dunking state of mind, every time
Throwing you a life-line, life-line
We’ll leave the group shell-shocked from the bottom
To the very tip top, hip hop don’t stop, go!
G-g-g-g-g-go, g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-go, g-g-g-g-g-go!
Raw power, more power, foot to the floor power here we go, here we go
Drum power, bass power, right in your face power rip it up, trip it up
Raw power, your power, out on the raw power here we go, here we go
We got to give it all or nothing at all
We got to give it all or nothing at all
We got to give it all or nothing at all
We got to give it all or nothing at all
To the next side giving it the jazz rinse
Hey, hey, hey slam dunking state of mind
Hey, hey, hey every time
Hey, hey, hey ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four four forty
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