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Di questo passo, potremo decretare la nascita di un nuovo genere: il Brut Pop.
Capita spesso, quando non si sa bene come etichettare una band. E, diamine, è un gran bel segno, quando un gruppo non è facilmente catalogabile. E' segno di personalità ed originalità artistica, doti molto, molto rare ormai.
Gli Art Brut, quindi: una band di irresistibili cazzoni, tra l'altro molto apprezzata da una buona schiera di fans eccellenti (tra cui Liam Gallagher e Daniel Radcliffe), che in un panorama musicale come quello britannico (che rischia di appiattirsi come una sottiletta ogni giorno di più) sta tentando di crearsi uno stile, un'identità, un modo per essere riconosciuti dopo poche note. E cavolo se ci stanno riuscendo.
Eddie Argos, leader della band, affronta i pezzi in tono colloquiale, praticamente parlato, tra l'altro in un accento "cockney" marcatissimo. Questo è ormai un tratto distintivo del gruppo inglese. Quella che invece è la differenza più evidente fra il nuovo disco e l'acclamato esordio "Bang Bang Rock 'n Roll" è un sound più marcato, "spesso", oltreché super arricchito da una valanga di nuove influenze, tutte provenienti dalla fertile terra d'Albione.
Laddove il pur buon esordio era schizzato, ma scarno ed essenziale, questo sembra un lavoro maggiormente "rileccato" e curato, già a partire da una composta (nonostante l'"argomento" trattato, cioè l'interruzione di un amplesso per alzare il volume dello stereo) "Pump Up The Volume", che sembra provenire da qualcosa dei Suede post-Bernard Butler. Segue "Direct Hit" (colonna sonora di "Fifa 2008"), il secondo estratto dall'album: assolutamente strepitoso. Il tappeto di chitarre è fantastico (gli Art Brut sono avvantaggiati dall'utilizzo di due chitarristi, ottima scelta a livello di sound) e super ritmato, e i cori fungono da ottimo arricchimento. Sicura riempi-dancefloors, perlomeno in U.K..
"St. Pauli" è forse il pezzo che più richiama la recente british invasion, versante Kaiser Chiefs/Franz Ferdinand; irresistibile il ritornello in tedesco ("punk-rock ist nicht tot").
Si prosegue così in un vorticoso calderone composto dalle più svariate influenze, da una "People In Love" che richiama lo stile del disco d'esordio alla saltellante "Late Sunday Evening" (che contiene un breve solo di tromba!), dalle iniziali svisate elettriche di "I Will Survive" allo splendido primo singolo "Nag Nag Nag Nag", passando per una fiacca "Sound Of Summer" ed il britpop più classicheggiante di "Blame It On The Trains". La chiusura con "Jealous Guy" e sugli stessi toni del resto dell'album.
Eddie Argos: "Non sono un intellettuale, sono solo un idiota! Credo che voi mi riteniate molto più intelligente di quanto io sia in realtà."
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01 Pump Up the Volume (02:52)
We'd taken our clothes off
In the wrong order
And you're leaving your shoes on
To make you look taller
I can't say I'm not
Enjoying the kissing
But I've a sneaky suspicion
That you're not really listening
I know I shouldn't
Is this so wrong
To break from your kiss
To turn up a pop song
I know I shouldn't
And It's possibly wrong
To break from your kiss
To turn up a pop song
I'm taking it slowly
I'll be reading the signs
I found my hand in a place
Where I can't tell if she minds
Rolling around
amongst our clothes on the floor
I can't help it
"Have you heard this song before?"
I know I shouldn't
Is this so wrong
To break from your kiss
To turn up a pop song
I know I shouldn't
And It's possibly wrong
To break from your kiss
To turn up a pop song
Then something angry
Muttered
Between two people,
Red and flustered
We'd just kissed
And that's about it
It may as well have been
Radio static
I know I shouldn't
Is this so wrong
To break from your kiss
To turn up a pop song
I know I shouldn't
And It's possibly wrong
To break from your kiss
To turn up a pop song
02 Direct Hit (03:30)
He went out in a rush
And can't tell if it shows
She's looking over a lot
And he's still in his work clothes
He can't talk to members of the opposite sex
He starts to talk, they start to look perplexed
So with his eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts
He walks over, and he says
It's uncomfortable all night to sit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Move around like your shoes don't fit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Why is that cigarette unlit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
What's wrong? Scared to commit?
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Her friends are leaving,
She decides she's not going
She's been looking over a lot
And hopes it's been showing
She can't talk to members of the opposite sex
She starts to talk, they start to look perplexed
So with her eyes on the prize, and just a glance at her breasts
She goes over, and she says:
It's uncomfortable all night to sit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Move around like your shoes don't fit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
What's wrong? Scared to commit?
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
I don't care that your friends have split
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Here comes the really good bit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Move around like your shoes don't fit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
It's uncomfortable all night to sit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Why is that cigarette unlit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
I don't care that your friends have split
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Move around like your shoes don't fit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
What's wrong? Scared to commit?
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
It's uncomfortable all night to sit
Get on the dancefloor, it's a direct hit
Hit, hit, direct hit
Hit, hit, direct hit
Hit, hit, direct hit
Hit, hit, direct hit
05 Late Sunday Evening (03:07)
Late Sunday evening -
I only just feel like eating.
Am I feeling unwell
For what I've done or drunk
or someone might tell
I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight.
I'm gonna find it hard to sleep.
There's nothing that's been done
that can't be undone
you were sick
now you're better
there's work to be done
There's nothing that's been done
that can't be undone
you were sick
now you're better
there's work to be done
Everything has been shown to me
With only a magazine for company
Answers in the problem pages
to problems I've been having for ages
Late Sunday evening
There's no way I'm gonna be sleeping
Am I feeling unwell?
For what I've done or drunk
or someone might tell
I'm gonna find it hard to sleep.
There's nothing that's been done
that can't be undone
you were sick
now you're better
there's work to be done
When I feel my friends
Have been conspiring against me
I break into their bedrooms
And write in their diaries
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight
Everything's gonna be alright but
I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight
Everything's gonna be alright
I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight
Phone later if you'd like 'cause
I'm gonna find it hard to sleep tonight
06 I Will Survive (03:26)
I can get by without electricity
So you don't need to lend me money
I'm out most of the day
And it's not long until I get paid
And you're cold, hungry, put on a coat
My bread is stale you can tell it's not toast
You're always welcome to crash on my floor
There's no key or lock on the door
I know what it looks like
I can tell you're not impressed
I don't know what I'm doing
But it's feeling like success
A pile of clothes just been laundered
Drying damp in a bag in the corner
I'd love some tea but you won't find a cup
I've been using this saucepan to avoid washing up
And you're cold, hungry, put on a coat
My bread is stale you can tell it's not toast
You're always welcome to crash on my floor
There's no key or lock on the door
I don't know what I'm doing
But it's feeling like success
Life is what you make it
And I've made mine a mess
Sunlight comes in a few hours a day
But only I see it cause no one's awake
On the floor strangers starting to surface
Ashtrays and coffee cups sharing a purpose
I'm young and nothing can harm me
I sold all my records to pay for a party
I'm still drunk but that's alright
I've been staying out every night
You're always welcome to crash on my floor
There's no key or lock on the door
I've been avoiding my grown-up problems
As I have no idea how to solve them!
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
I will survive
07 Post Soothing Out (03:11)
You're only halfway
Through your working day
I'm sorry honey
But we both need your pay
I'm sorry about everything I've put you through
I'm sorry about getting by on making do
Every day is just like starting over
We try so hard but we keep on falling over
Every day is just like starting over
We try so hard but we keep on falling over
Every day is just like starting over
We try so hard but we keep on falling over
You're worried and I have my doubts
But I'm drunk when I text
So I send 'post soothing out'
I just had a nasty flashback
We both used our cards for cash back
Hard way to explain
Why my pockets are full of change
Every day is just like starting over
We try so hard but we keep on falling over
Every day is just like starting over
We try so hard but we keep on falling over
Every day is just like starting over
We try so hard but we keep on falling over
River deep and mountain high
There's some lyrics that'll never apply
'Cause I don't lie awake at night
With thoughts of river depth or mountain height
Don't care what your parents say
It won't always be this way, I
Don't care what your parents say
It won't always be this way, I
Don't care what your parents say
It won't always be this way, you're
Only halfway through your working day
I've met your parents
And I know it sounds rough
But I'm gonna be out,
When they come for your stuff
So cheer up now, it's not all doom and gloom
They never got around to decorating your room
10 Nag Nag Nag Nag (03:06)
Wet trousers in the washing machine,
but I’d rather be damp than seen in jeans.
I’m grown up now but refuse to learn
that those were just adolescent concerns.
I’m possibly missing something
someone should have told me.
A record collection reduced to a mixed tape,
headphones on I made my escape.
I’m in a film of personal soundtrack.
I’m leaving home and I’m never got a come back.
I’m learning lyrics from the CD inlay
to impress people with the stupid things I say.
I’m grown up now but refuse to learn
that those were just adolescent concerns.
I’m possibly missing something
someone should have told me.
A record collection reduced to a mixed tape,
headphones on I made my escape.
I’m in a film of personal soundtrack.
I’m leaving home and I’m never got a come back.
I used to have a bedroom to hide in,
but now I’m outside deciding.
Older but wiser,
this song’s the decider.
Is it the sound of a man wrestling with emotion,
or the sound of him losing
and causing commotion?
I’m nothing to my peers,
but envy and hatred.
How many girls have they seen naked?
I’m grown up now but refuse to learn
that those were just adolescent concerns.
I’m possibly missing something
someone should have told me.
A record collection reduced to a mixed tape,
headphones on I made my escape.
I’m in a film of personal soundtrack.
I’m leaving home and I’m never got a come back.
11 Jealous Guy (03:08)
You want to sleep and I do too
But I can't because I've got something to prove
I should be flattered that you feel like this
Satisfied by just a goodnight kiss
I can't sleep because I've started to question
Whether your ex-boyfriends let you get this much resting
I'm not going to let you sleep
I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets
In the morning you'll still be here
But you're sleeping now, you've made that clear
I should be flattered that it's come to this
Where you're satisfied by just a goodnight kiss
I'm not going to let you sleep
I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets
I'm not going to admit defeat
I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets
You're asleep, I wish I was too
But I can't because I've got something to prove
I tried to wake you with a really loud cough
I accidentally set your alarm clock off
I can't sleep because I've started to question
Whether your ex-boyfriends let you get this much resting
I'm not willing to admit defeat
I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets
In the morning you'll still be here
But you're sleeping now, you've made that clear
I should be flattered that it's come to this
Where you're satisfied by just a goodnight kiss
I'm not going to admit defeat
I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets
I'm not going to let you sleep
I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets
I should be flattered that it's come to this
Where you're satisfied by just a goodnight kiss
In the morning you'll still be here
But you're sleeping now, you've made that clear
I'm not going to admit defeat
I'm pulling on blankets and tugging on sheets
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