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Provateci voi ad ingabbiare Pete Doherty.
Le bravate in coppia con Kate Moss hanno oramai oscurato quelle cose buone che il "buon" Pete ha fatto in carriera (il primo dei Libertines, qualcosa dal "The Blinding E.P.") ed aizzato i detrattori su quelle cattive ("Down In Albion", eccetto tre episodi, è stato francamente un caotico buco nell'acqua). Come, quindi, tirar fuori il meglio dal (sembrerebbe ex) tossico per eccellenza?
E' quello che devono essersi chiesti alla Parlophone, ed il bivio è sempre quello: "incanalare" il talento di Doherty in una strada più regolare e metodica (ma inevitabilmente sacrificarlo), oppure lasciarlo a briglia sciolta (e rischiare la débacle dell'opera prima). La strada prescelta pare essere la prima, vista la virata sul "mastino" Stephen Street come produttore. Come volevasi dimostrare, pare che le liti tra il capobanda ed il sergente di ferro siano state numerose, e tali, da indurre Street ad allontanarsi infuriato varie volte dagli studi di registrazione, per poi tornare supplicato dagli altri componenti della band. Aggiungiamoci le velleità individualistiche di Pete (il suo disco da solista sembra addirittura quasi pronto), e la frittata è pressochè fatta. Pressoché, perché il nuovo "Shotter's Nation" si rivela un buon album, in un paio di episodi persino sorprendente.
Il disco parte evidenziando un impronta stilistica ben definita; un giro di chitarra sghembo e disordinato ci introduce a "Carry On Up The Morning", libertinesiana fino alle viscere, che già conferma il sound pesantemente ripulito rispetto all'esordio (e già messo in mostra nel precedente e.p.). Il primo estratto "Delivery" è una guitar pop/garage song che Pete ormai può scrivere ad occhi chiusi, la sei corde saltella piacevole e vitale, e la voce di Doherty mantiene quel timbro fra lo scazzato e lo stonato che ormai è un marchio di fabbrica. Incisiva la melodia di "You Talk", che ci introduce ad "Unbilo Titled", lentone chiaramente ispirato a certe atmosfere da britpopper eternamente depresso. "Side Of The Road" è un garage punk di due minuti pieno di continui cambi di ritmo, e scorre via piacevole, così come "Crumb Begging Baghead" presenta delle sfumature vagamente "bluesy". Degno di nota anche il secondo singolo "French Dog Blues", scritto a sei mani con la Moss e Ian Brown. Si passa poi, d'un sol colpo, dalla strokesiana "Baddie's Boogie" al british pop più classico di "Deft Left Hand", tralasciando "Unstookie Titled", innocua ma in possesso di una piacevole coda strumentale e di un buon giro di basso. Sono comunque due i gioiellini del disco: la swingata e splendida "There She Goes", ex canzone dei Libertines, l'unica ad avere qualche "parentela" con i pezzi contenuti in "Down In Albion" (viene subito in mente "La Belle Et La Bête"), ed il colpo di classe finale "Lost Art Of Murder", scritta interamente da Pete, ed indicativa di quello che di bello il ragazzo può estrarre dal cilindro sul piano melodico ed emozionale.
Sembra un buon re-inizio per gli 'shambles, questo "Shotter's Nation", ed auguriamoci quindi che lo sia veramente. Ma non si sa ancora se imbrigliare (anche solo parzialmente) il talento di Doherty sia una mossa azzeccata anche a lungo termine. Vedremo, ora che, oltretutto, sta per arrivare la risposta di Barat con i suoi Dirty Pretty Things.
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01 Carry on Up the Morning (02:58)
In the morning where does all the pain go
The same place the fame goes straight to your head
Ah, it’s not easy getting outta bed
It wasn't easy gettin you out my head
So much shame on the workman who blames his tools
Then so the saying goes so it's said
The way you tease me, tease me outta my head
Ah, it's not easy forgettin what you said
I know you used to be into me now you've got it in for me
In the morning where does all the pain go
The same place the fame goes straight to your head
It wasn't easy gettin you outta my head
Ah, it's too easy gettin outta my head
Given up trying to explain I'll just put it in a song instead
Ah, it's not easy gettin outta bed
Ah, it's too easy gettin outta my head
I know where to find, where to find you my love
At the same old place by the river, the only way in is
through the window, trough the window
02 Delivery (02:42)
By or by the way of an explenation
Cast adrift off the shore's of shotter's nation
I had a lick it caved my skull like a brick
Oh now what an use am I to anyone
I'm fucked, forlorn, frozen beneath the summer
Don´t sing along or you'll get what I got
Here comes a delivery straight from the heart of my misery
Here comes a delivery straight from the heart to you
Yeah you now you now you you´ve finally left school
Oh what on earth do you intend to do
See if you can tick the man go downtown
Where all you skins and mods you get together
Make pretend it's 1969 forever
Find a firl have a drink have a dance and pray
This song might deliver me straight from the harshness of misery
Cos this song's a delivery straight from the heart to you
Yes here comes a delivery straight from the heart of my misery
This song might deliver me straight from the heart to you
Yes here comes a delivery straight from the heart of the misery
Here comes a delivery straight from the heart to you
03 You Talk (03:30)
You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk the same
A song is just a game I'm getting good at cheating at
You talk, yes you talk a good game
Won't you teach me the same
Oh I'd love to explain, like showing your hand and all about
Oh well I know, I know, I know, I know and so and so and so
So what I suppose it's got to
Oh well I never ever said it was clever
I just like getting leathered
Looking for the light the light behind your eyes
You talk, you talk a good game
Wish I could talk the same
Writing songs' just a game I'm getting good at cheating at
Utah, remember Utah in the rain
And those little red shoes and some kid with the blues
Who gets right on your tits, you just grin and bear it
Oh well I know, I know, I know, I know it's wrong and so and so and so
So what I suppose it's got to
Oh but I never ever said it was clever
I just like getting leathered
And looking for the light the light behind your eyes
Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L O R D for ever
And the love, the love behind your eyes
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
You talk, you talk a good game
Well I never, ever said it was clever
I just like getting leathered looking for the light
The light behind your eyes
Oh Bevan, he drops stones from heaven L O R D for ever
And the love behind your eyes
04 UnBiloTitled (03:52)
He is stronger than the walls
You tried to build around him
To dumb or dumbfound him
For 2000 years I waited for your call
Screaming from the window
Screaming bloody murder
The more that you follow me
The more I get lost
You think that you know me
You're pissing me off
Yeah, you said that you love me
Why don't you fuck off?
Anyone who think that you own me
You're ripping me off
I messed my head and I messed my head
How happy would I be
To shine fire upon, everyone and no one
I Messed my head and I messed my head
How happy would I be
To shine fire upon, everyone and no one
Wolfman and Bilo, on the run
Wolfman said to Bilo "I'm calling it on"
Bilo said to Blue Eyes "put your trousers back on"
He is stronger than the walls
You tried to build around him
To dumb and dumbfound him
2000 years I waited for the call
Screaming from the windows
Screaming bloody murder
05 Side of the Road (02:09)
I'm half dead I'm a third alive
A quarter ticking over in the middle
By the side of the road
Don't get surrounded by people you hate
Who choke you out the house down the
Path and out the garden gate
All in or never
We're worse when we're together
White punks on dope
Spewin on the side
With the fans and the bands
And the gangs and the tramps
The monkey man can't hide
What the little girl will find
What is it that you're doing to me
I don't know what I know what I know it's like electricity
All in or never ......
What it is that you're doing to me
I don't know what I know what I know it's like electricity
All in or never ......
All in or never ......
I'm half dead I'm a third alive
A quarter ticking over in the middle
By the side of the road
09 There She Goes (03:36)
I do declare I was surprised to see you stay
Only to be betrayed by the one you gave all your love and trust
And tell me how could I let go
Since I caught a glimpse of your immense soul
You were dancing to northern soul
Just one glance, ah well you know..
There she goes a little heartache
There she goes a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame
There she goes a little heartache
There she goes a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
You´re going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again
I was to implore that you forget all you saw
When you came through my door and from your bag
You pulled out more skag than I´d ever seen
No! How could I let go?
Since I caught a glimpse of your white plimsoles
Twisting and turning to northern soul
Just one glance, ah well you know
Everybody knows
There she goes a little heartache
There she goes a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
On the dirty road to fame
There she goes a little heartache
There she goes a little pain
Make no mistake she sheds her skin like a snake
You're going to walk the plank again, walk the plank again
There she goes a little, there she, there she, there she goes
10 Baddie's Boogie (03:55)
Baddie's bound by ancient codes of decency and secrecy
He understands about stabbing backs and shaking hands
So if or when you're behind bars or in front of them as you are
Look out for the man who'll bum your wife and then shake your hand
Oh you've been here before, you fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Now, but that's twenty years ago...twenty years ago
That's a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Lousy life, lousy life
Kid was singing will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me
Baddies bound to decency and secrecy
Baddies bound
Oh well you've been here before, fell in love and carried her over the threshold
Thinking, she's far too good looking to do the cooking
Oh but that was twenty years ago...twenty years ago
It's a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
a lousy life for the washed up wife of a permanently plastered, pissed up bastard
Lousy life, a lousy life
Kid was singing will I ever be free, does this town hold no more for me
Club Tropicana the drinks are free, stick one in his face for me
Baddies bound...decency and secrecy
11 Deft Left Hand (04:04)
You seem the type to follow the line
Went from cheery vagabondage to cold blooded luxury in four years
No lick spittle or pickthack from sycophant claw back flunky
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can´t lay by your side
Weaked vessel or better half?
That woman's tears could be the death of me ... oh dear
You know when she's had a few she´ll be onto you there's no letting up
But, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can´t lay by your side
It may hap that these these are they - the golden years
So don't despair don't dismay dry your tears
Everything is for the best in the best of all possible worlds
I had a blast off with the cast of a play on the radio
They were more liberal times
Destined to drone in monotone on your radio
It's a little dream of mine
On but comments were less than complimentary
And the deft left hand it followed the right
I think about my happiest times and one of them was sat in bed watching a documentary on murderers
A bearcat, a memosa and a view of arcady
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can´t lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I'll surely lay down and die
I can't lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
Oh, I will lay down and die if I can't lay by your side
Oh, I want to lay by your side
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"Peter Doherty rimane un grande cantastorie, un talento genuino, un poeta."
"Carry on up the mornin", la canzone che apre il disco, fuga ogni dubbio.
