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‘Comin' to you - One thousand beats per minute… '
L'ascensore musicale di Beck torna a colpire dopo l'incerto e conformista ‘Guero', e poiché dal predecessore sono trascorsi appena 17 mesi ora tutto è + chiaro: il folletto di L.A. nel 2005 aveva giusto scherzato un pò, realizzando un lavoro che aveva da subito l'aria del passatempo concepito x il massimo profitto con il minimo sforzo creativo. Insomma una delusione, forse non così cocente come capita con altre bistecche stagionate, ma pur sempre lontano dagli standards a cui Mr. Hansen ci aveva abituato fin l'intimismo lirico e struggente di ‘Sea change', o peggio da chi aspettava bavoso il sequel ideale del totem ‘Odelay'. Bene, tranquilli, potete anche togliere dall'armadio mentale il vestito buono da orso Yoghi o la maschera triste di Nixon, la centrifuga sonora è tornata in città.
‘Electronic actors and astromagnetic. Corrupted files from galactical planets, writing interplanet code thoughts get transported from Neanderthal skulls… '
Il percorso dadaista dell'uomo inconsapevole incontra nuove forme dell'Io e ci trasporta in un subconscio cosmico, liquido come il volo inesauribile e inquieto della spaceship nel viaggio oscuro e libero da qualsivoglia gabbia costrittiva imposta dalla chiesa e dall'occidente schiavo di regole stantie, di un mondo ormai ‘passato'- in questo ravviso l'estetica realista e definitiva di ‘The horrible fanfare\Landslide\Exoskeleton', qui risiede un'idea primordiale d'istinto libero da vincoli sociali che ci permette finally di to run, run, run per le vie, che ne so, di corso Buenos Aires nudi e con le parrucche fucsia in testa. ‘Think i'm in love' è l'attimo in cui ‘really think i better get a hold of myself, don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself. . ' basta questo per comprendere un sentimiento nuevo that grow up in my mind, oh yeah.. e la batteria sincopata prende per mano un basso solitario e comunicativo, procedono sui binari paralleli di una psichedelia tenue e ombreggiata nel finale da archi funzionali al discorso come un'anziana e logora scopa a un dirty ground sporcato da cigarettes e alcohol.
‘Lord, please don't forsake me in my Mercedes Benz.
All the riches and the ruins- Now we all know that story ends.
Strange apparition, haunting my brain-
Standing on the last legs, of a dream that walked away… '
E' l'orgoglio che fotte l'uomo, l'importante é metterglielo in quel posto anche se il cagnolino schizzato del tuo vicino piscia allegramente sui cerchioni lucidi del tuo 131 Abarth e qualche bestemmiola si agita spontanea nell'aria agrodolce del mattino- un buon anestetico allo stato delle cose è una forte visione dal sapore stonesiano, quasi un demo del '71 capace di scrostare il fanciullo in noi e dondolare, dondolare su quel piano antico e moderno insieme… E se a riva osservi meditabondo la nave affondare, non credere alla fortuna ‘cuz potresti essere tu quello che annega per davvero.
‘The information is ravenous, the ticker tape feeds the mind.
Looking for a lost transmission, a heaven that we left behind-
When the information comes we'll know what we're made from. . '
Il relativismo bucolico\industriale del Nostro assume una forma propedeutica allo sviluppo di nuove relazioni interpersonali sganciate dalla logica massimalista dell'universo letterario borghese e salottiero del quale si nutrono con ingordigia e savoir-faire esponenti di spicco della politica nostrana, ma tant'é… La circolarità del suono e l'eco di sirene ancestrali riannoda il filo della forma gelatinosa, sfuggente e di warholiana memoria-un vuoto totale dove l'informazione è despota e vittima at the same time, of course: un cortocircuito concettuale post 11\09\01 e pupazzi derelitti da anni difficili ora felici di un amplesso trattenuto con una vecchia lavatrice, bisognosa d'affetto e di cure; lasciata a marcire in una discarica senza tempo, mentre un TVC15 fatiscente trasmette in replay con frasi allucinogene del Ghezzi licantropo, e freddo testimone, l'unica pornografica immagine conosciuta da allora. E venne il buio.
Un'epoca sinusoidale, fatta di poltiglia e frattali varie; un'epoca che, appunto, marcia verso il nulla di un utopico risveglio sociale, una nausea strisciante che segna, ahimè, chi vuole trovare l'assoluto in ogni benché minima cazzata.
‘Oh, it's nausea, oh nausea And we're gone… '
Non importa se vaudeville o grizzly hip-hoppers lasciano il tuo cervello affamato, l'importante è ritrovarsi nella new wave\psichedelica di ‘Soldier Jane' o nell'elettronica ballata bowiana di ‘Movie theme'. Non me ne importa se tutto ciò lascia indifferente il neofita o l'arguto avventuriero, d'altronde era il buon Socrate che doveva sputtanare i sofisti fighetti che pensavano d poter dimostrare qualsiasi stronzata dicessero-Eh no, qui basta il mosaico funk\disco\folk\psicho\rap\pop\electroclash che assorbe songs quali ‘We dance alone' , ‘Elevator music' o ‘Motorcade' a elevare l'Uomo; un essere ‘conoscente' oggetto riconosciuto di uno studio particolare e approfondito.
Ora, tutti insieme e magari vestiti carnevalescamente da Coccolino o Astronauta (ballerine del Moulin Rouge x le fanciulle..) urliamo col microphone in mano:
‘COMIN' TO YOU - ONE THOUSAND BEATS PER MINUTE!!!'
Elenco tracce testi e samples
02 Think I'm in Love (03:19)
I really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
Doodododododooodoo
Probably lay my head on a wooden floor
Tell her I was tired from working the store
Counting all the cash from an old shoebox
Saving up to buy her something she wants
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
What if it's wrong?
What if it's wrong
To pray in vain?
What does it mean
To fake your death?
To wake up tainted?
Take a little picture in a photobooth
Keep it in a locket and I think of you
Both of our pictures, face to face
Take off your necklace and throw it away
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
Really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around
I think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
Think I'm in love
04 Strange Apparition (03:48)
Lord, please don't forsake me
In my Mercedes Benz
All the riches and the ruins
Now we all know how that story ends
Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
Standing on the last legs
Of a dream that walked away
When the Lord rings my front door
And asks me what I've got to show
Besides the dust in my pockets
And the things that just eat away my soul
Strange apparition
Haunting my brain
Piss on the ashes
Of a dream that got cremated
The least I had to lose from
Is the most I seemed to care
Anything should make you happy
Nothing could make you scared
We'll be on the shoreline
When that heavy ship goes down
Did you think that you were lucky?
You should see yourself now
05 Soldier Jane (03:58)
No one cares what dress she wears at all
Tattered rags and paper bags and all
She's the one sleeping in the dirt
Drag her down, don't let her drown in dirt
Lovers drag their canes across the gates
Gamblers light candles for the days
No one wake her up, she's sleeping still
So put a candle on the window sill
Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Take your heart out of the shell
Take your heart out of the shell
Don't throw it away
Stars, they strike the darkness in the room
Knives, they take the poison from the wound
Cars, they drive us down into the ruins
And sweep our cares away with dirty brooms
Soldier Jane, don't be afraid
Take your heart out of the shell
Take your heart out of the shell
Don't be afraid
06 Nausea (02:55)
1, 2, 3, 4
I'm a seasick sailor
On a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
And my instincts poisoned
In a truth blown gutter
Full of wasted years
Like blown-out speakers
Ringin' in my ears
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
Now I'm a straight-line walker
In a black-out room
I push a shopping cart over
In an Aztec ruin
With my minion fingers
Working for some God
Who could see his own reflection
In a parking lot
Oh it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
No it's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
Now I'm a priest teenager
On a tower of dust
I'm a dead generator
In a cloud of exhaust
I eat alone in the desert
With skulls for my pets
I rate the days, one to ten
With lead cigarettes
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
It's nausea, oh nausea
And we're gone
08 Dark Star (03:45)
Disappointment condition
A perfunctory prescription
Of an indigent mindset
A belligerent silence
We got all we need
Turning out of a tin can
Thinking about the remend
Of the social hurt
Listen to the noise
On the battery tape deck
A Judas trainwreck
Anonymous suspect
Hovering in carbon monoxide cremations
Loners waste away inside
Of vacant locations
Think tanks empty
International dream bank
Plug in my reactor
To the fallout zone
The enemies' story is a lot like mine
And if you get to the point
Then you are better than I
Dark star
Vacant eyelids closing
Cities grew themselves
From a sky lit terrain
Autopilot drivers
Riding out on the ice age
Infidels swallowed
In a vanishing point
Ammunition souls shooting
Holes in the ozone
Widows tears
Washing a soldier's bones
Sterilized egos
Delirium sequels
Punctured by the arrows
Of American eagle Robot teach you about the rules that belead you
Backspace my brain
My equilibrium goes
Dark star
Just an eye that's closing
Cities grew themselves
From a sky lit terrain
One, two
One, two
10 No Complaints (03:00)
We are aimless
And the target is an empty wall
We're out of patience
With smiles that cut across her face
No complaints
But I wish I had more time for my brain
I'd like to walk
Where the sun doesn't know we're awake
We're in spaceships
Take a visit to the Pyrenees
On paid vacations
Send a brochure from the agency
No complaints
But my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room
Walking papers and a hole
Straight out from my shoes
No complaints but it's harder
To believe in the truth
So write a message on a billboard
And I'll send it to you
We feel painless
Check the status on the info line
In some ways tainted
Radiation from the factory
No complaints
But it's overrated, that's for sure
Take a bus back
From Little Rock, Arkansas
Or Modesto
That's where my drawl comes from
11 1000 BPM (02:29)
Electronic actors and astromagnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Writing interplanet code
Thoughts get transported
From neanderthal skulls
Digital food malls
Telemarketing people
With cellular headsets on their skulls
Selling you wisdom
From a plexiglass prism
Biochemical jism
Hits you with its rhythm
They act like Earth
Was a terrestial prison
A zoo for humans
Put their cities into ruins
Now we can feel what we're doing
We move the stratosphere in plastic
When you're out alive, spastic
What else can the dust try to tell us?
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Categorizing in a crash
Taking pictures
And a backstage pass
Gasoline on fire
Tried to pull off this mask
But there was really a face
Which I just read from a plan
Security cameras strapped to his back
Fulfilled prescriptions, antidotes
Media in a quarantined submission
Consultants with remote souls
Unanimous votes
Portions of the proceeds
Go to chain store victims
In the midget conditions
With remodeled kitchens
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
Comin' to you
One thousand beats per minute
12 Motorcade (04:15)
These toys are all lifeless
The armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow
Is the ghost of a bomb
Skyscraper standing
In a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight
Is searching for no-one
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
The sky creatures dance
In a parking lot wind
That blows from a tundra
Where the jungle begins
If there's hope in a roadblock
Guns in a church
The lord will take his motorcade
And drive us into the dirt
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
The smokestack clouds with glory attached
There's a skyscraper on the moon
And a man standing on a window
Forty-second floor
There's a light beaming through the galaxy
Telling me everything's gonna be OK
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
We're all pushing up the tin can mountain top
13 The Information (03:45)
Ahhh
the information is laughing at us
the ticker tape feeds the night
looking for a last transmission
from a heaven that we left behind
when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you
say hello to a mannequin
the ghost of an automaton
the witching hour is summoning up
armies in a desert sun
when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you
she's the sister of avarice
the wife of the poisonous tide
she's the eye in a battle of storms
she sees where the atoms collide
when the information comes we'll know what we're made from
on a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you
14 Movie Theme (03:53)
Looking for a ladder
In the stratosphere
So I can be happy
Let my problems melt away
Running on a plane
With a cigarette
I carry my heart
Like a soldier with a hand grenade
Walking down the aisle
Of the supermarket
Looking for the ??
To carry my senses away
Listen to a voice
On the telephone
Somebody's calling
Somebody on the way
Looking for a home
In the magazine page
Wages in my pocket
Gonna buy me anything that I need
Thought in my brain
Batting an eye
Washing away
?? hit the ocean below
I'm not scared
'Cause there's nobody there
Mind is awake
Nothing's gonna lead me astray
Listen to the voice
On the radio wave
Somebody needs you
Somebody who is
On their way
15 The Horrible Fanfare / Landslide / Exoskeleton (10:36)
Ashes of ancients
The nations repainted
The chain gang chatelaine
Changing the station
The theme song playing
The anthem of normal
The horrible fanfare
The horns get distorted
On a public announcement
The towns are impounded
Where order resounded
Cowards towered around it
Power line buzzards
Surveilling the night
Talons in flight
The fake horizons ignite
Banality lives where hysteria kills
Civilian jungles with malaria pills
Animals bleed to buy a star from the night
Avenue kids wear a scar like a stripe
Send up a signal to the heavenly rescue
When the poison's coming from the person you're next to
Let the voltage of thought pull the plug from the wound
Cos if the soul is a symptom the condition is you
They know it's a letterbomb hand me down
This thought is a perjury blindfold
When she crawls from the Himalayan rain
With her birds of prey and her weapons on the fire
She's riding a landslide down to me
She's cutting the shackles off of me
She's shaking the dead birds from the trees
She's takin' the only air I breathe
Iron lungs and a plate glass sermon
Don't call it death on the installment plan
She pulling the armor from my back
And raking the coals over the tracks
And taking the knife out from the stack
She's bringing the blood that I had back
She's coming to see it's all a sin
Coming to see the sun again
Coming to wash it off again
Coming to see her self again
Coming to see her self again
Coming to wash it off again
(weather report, woman's voice)
The ?/ reports from the ?? radio station
for 0400 GMT
NW 4
Slight showers
70 minutes
1 thousand and ten falling slowly
??? away
SWS 3 resent rain, 7 miles
1 thousand and 7
rising while slowly
Lowick, W4 resent showers
16 miles, 1 thousand and 2, rising slowly
(Talking:person one)
"I picture like an illuminated manuscript, ya know." "??? ... they hand do them ???... you'd have to have them hand done... each time" (stammering) "like change depending on what mood your in... like the best...or depending on like when you listen from a different age... could mean somethin' different"
(Talking:person two)
"I don't like it when they change" "....it....frightens me"
(Talking:person one)
"you want them to stay the same"
(Talking:person two)
"It makes me feel like someones pushing me from below...tryin' to put me... turn me over and put me down" "that's what it makes me feel like when they change."
"it has to tell you how to live... it (stammering) has, is an instruction guide. Subtle. It doesn't push. It nudges. It entices..or suduces. It has to encompass the whole world. Everything that has been. That is. And will be.
(Talking:person one)
thats.. thats true
(Talking:person two)
"..AND could take it into space. And that's why you build a space ship. Because ultimately that's what space travel is all about. Was sending up ships from earth into space. And not just in some space shuttle thats got all the foam comming off of it. You need your own, glowing, ya know multi-colored.... space ship. It would be inside the space ship and.. the space ship. You know what I'm saying?
Like an exoskeleton.
16 Inside Out (03:43)
See us come, runnin' from nothin'
Through the grave, looking for somethin'
We're not lost, we're just losing
All we used will hold us together
If you take a road out from an highway
If you stare the sun out of the sky
Take a voice back from the ventriloquist
Breathing cigarettes, talkin' in gibberish
Inside out when you get older
In between and over your shoulder
Hurt some days, givin' me shivers
Throw my soul in a river of mirrors
Ah ooh whoa oh
For all we know, this is all we need
For all we know, this is all we need
I need air now, I can't breathe
For all we know, this is all we need
Let the fireworks drown in the gutter
Let the battery-run mill elapse
Yesterday the cloudless samaritan
Cowboy magician with vandalized fiction
I don't care, I don't care anymore
Get these plastic fangs out of my neck
So easy to tune it all out again
Fate is contagious, sleeps on a patient
Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down another rung
Slipping down now
Down and down
The ladder we go
Down another rung
Slipping down
Down another rung
Slipping down
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Altre recensioni
Di Kid_A
Il vero Beck Hansen sembra stare da un'altra parte, e forse nessun album come questo ha provato a racchiudere i suoi orizzonti musicali senza riuscirci completamente.
Sicuramente l’opera di un genialoide più che di un genio, un album vasto e complesso che sembra fatto più per stupire che per conquistare.
Di Lesto BANG
Se fosse un fiore, sarebbe un innesto di un Cuor di Leone su un cactus (ammesso fosse possibile)
Se fosse un gran bel disco avrebbe invece una recensione standard, venduto milionate di copie, un posto nella Storia del Rock, una posizione privilegiata nella mia discoteca
