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Consigliatomi da un vispo aguzzino a seguito di una discussione dai toni sufficientemente caldi, ecco "First Utterance", prima ed abbondante scarica di cartucce di questa straordinaria band inglese chiamata Comus. Quest'opera, prevalentemente costruita su geniali ma volutamente disordinate, metriche medioevali, rappresenta la possibilità di stordire qualunque partitura che un normale pentagramma possa contenere.
Sono costretto a parafrasare alcuni dei commenti che mi hanno preceduto, dove posso confermare la presenza di suoni dal timbro piuttosto sinistro, determinato da urla selvagge, percussioni incessanti su cuoio grasso ed arrembaggi estemporanei di compressioni polmonari degne degli embrionali acuti di Cro-Magnon.
Le cascate di brillanti e pulitissimi arpeggi presenti in "The herald", si scontrano, frantumandosi inevitabilmente al contatto con delle sapienti ma contrastanti nerbate violinistiche, dove il suono a volte oscuro e altre armonioso di un flauto, riesce a rendere stazionarie le orchestrazioni incanalatesi. Degna di nota è la sanguinaria "Drip drip", ben impostata su un latente esercizio vocale interpretato sia da voci maschili che femminili, che nonostante tutto riescono a creare una intersezione, malgrado le favorite qualità gutturali delle prime con le apparentemente celestiali delle seconde.
Gli archi risultano senza dubbio di grande impatto emotivo, a cominciare dal brano di apertura che presenta su un rudimentale palcoscenico le sferzate di un pesante e muschioso contrabbasso. Sostanzialmente, la struttura dell'opera è caratterizzata da potenti vortici musicali che richiamano suoni di antichissima memoria ben miscelati con le potenzialità previste dagli apparecchi dei primi anni 70. Tali congegni lasciano poche tracce se non quasi nulle e probabilmente qui si trova la bellezza dell'album, la cui caratteristica prevalente è la minuziosa mistura di suoni creati ad arte dai soli componenti del gruppo. Sonorità che scorrono, senza mai distruggere gli argini, in un solo canale dagli stessi progettato. Non vi sono incursioni provenienti da diverse latitudini, tutto spunta improvvisamente dal terreno fertilissimo dei Comus, dove anche l'unico riecheggio esistente riesce a sorprendere l'audio di chi lo porge nel momento in cui sembra essersene liberato.
Monumentale opera di un gruppo che poteva risparmiare qualche cartuccia da sparare in maniera pirotecnica con altre pubblicazioni che non sono mai avvenute se non per "To keep from crying" che li getterà in un indegno oblio già dal termine delle registrazioni di quest'ultimo. Peccato.
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01 Diana (04:36)
Lust he follows virtue close
Through the steaming woodlands
His darkened blood through bulging veins
Through the steaming woodlands
Aah, aah
Virtue knows he follows softly
Through the steaming woodlands
Travel light the deathly shudder
Down the leafy pathway
Aah, ah, aah, ah
La-la-la-la-la-la
The dim light she comes peering through the forest pines
And she knows by the sound of the baying, by the baying of the hounds
Diana Diana kick your feet up
Lust bears his teeth and whines
For he's picked up the scent of virtue
And he knows the panic signs
Lust cries running with his eyes the white-clad figure fleeting
Mud burns his eyes but desire burns his mind
Fear in her eyes as the forest grins through the steaming woodlands
Lust now his destroyed with emnity disarmed
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana
The dim light she comes peering through the forest pines
And she knows by the sound of the baying, by the baying of the hounds
Diana Diana kick your feet up
Lust bears his teeth and whines
For he's picked up the scent of virtue
And he knows the panic signs
Diana Diana kick your feet up
Lust bears his teeth and whines
For he's picked up the scent of virtue
And he knows the panic signs
Diana, Diana, Diana, Diana...
02 The Herald (12:08)
As a single star glides
Swiftly down the night
A soft wetting note issues
From the time-worn flute
Frowning slightly the herald listens
Wistfull across the night
And from way back behind
The day comes the echoed answer
The day advances oh so slowly
His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute
But clear his flute and sadly
Walks forward followed by the day
Herald of morning walks across
The Earth eternally
And somewhere in the black distance
Another herald puts down his flute
And the dewy dawn creaps on
And the night withdraws
The day advances oh so slowly
His shadow lengthens and his voice is mute
But clear his flute and sadly
Walks forward followed by the day
Herald of morning walks across
The Earth eternally
03 Drip Drip (10:51)
You dangling swinging
Hanging, spinning aftermath
Your soft white flesh turns past me slaked with blood
Your evil eyes more damning then a demons curse
Your lovely body soon caked with mud
As I carry you to your grave my arms your hearse
You stand before me defenseless
Your stare unchanging silent, cold, intense
Sears my brain
Drip drip
From your sagging lip
Liquid red
Down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens
Your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Like a plane over mountains
In a clearing
Where the sunrays dance amongst
Forest dense secrets
You will softly rest
Your pale beauty enshrined
By the sweet glade
Your body at peace
Even the earth will fill the crack
Where entered my blade
Yea shall I cut you down
Yea 'twould be your last physical communion
I'll be gentle
And not hurt you
Drip drip
From your sagging lip
Liquid red
Down your body spread
Your soft breast glistens
Your deep navel fountains
Your shadow over chair
Like a plane over mountains
04 Song to Comus (07:28)
Bright the sunlight summer day
Comus wakes he starts to play
Virgin fair smile so sweet
Comus heart begins to beat
Rise up Comus sing your song
Bewitch the maiden the day is long
Cast your spell sweet music crack
Her virtuos shell
Enchanted damsel curios ear
Comus music dispel all fear
Dainty feat they skip so light
Comus loughs soon, comes the night
Through the forest dark and deep
She follows Comus' dancing feet
He moves away the mossy stone
Reveals the cave Comus' home
Comus stare, stare, stare
Comus Glare, glare, glare
Comus bare, bare, bare
Comus rape, Comus brake
Sweet young virgin's virtue take
Naked flesh flowing hair
Her terror screams they caut the air
But no one hears the (bay)?
Comes the sunlight sommer day
Comus waxkes he starts to play
Chastity chaser
Virile for the virgins virtue
Excite her exciter
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you
He chased the chastle
You better leave
If you value your virtue
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you
You better leave
If you value your virtue
Virgin fair smile so sweet
Comus heart begins to beat
Enchanted damsel curios ear
Comus music dispel all fear
Through the forest dark and deep
She follows Comus' dancing feet
He moves away the mossy stone
Reveals the cave Comus' home
Misty air, air, air
Comus Glare, glare, glare
Comus bare, bare, bare
Chastity chaser
Virile for the virgins virtue
Excite her exciter
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you
He chased the chastle
You better leave
If you value your virtue
You better go
Before you bleed and he hurts you
You better leave
If you value your virtue
Hymen hunter, hands of steel
Cracks you open
And your red flesh peel
Pain precurior, eyes of fire
Pierce your womb
And push still higher
Comus rape, Comus brake
Swett young virgin's virtue take
Naked flesh, flowing hair
Her terror screams, they cut the air
But no one hears the (bay)?
Comes the sunlight summer day
Comus wakes he starts to play.
07 The Prisoner (06:17)
I was mad and was accepted
For treatment at a hospital
For the mentally sick
I was wild and introvert
Wondering alone
In the night
I would scream and rage
Should someone
Disturb my peace
So they took me away
And they put me here alone
In my silence privacy
Then they gave me shock treatment
When I woke I was numb
And remember nothing
Probe me mold me
Reasemble my brain, my brain
Schizoid paranoid
Just terms, just names, just names
Why can't you leave me
Don't drive me insane, insane
Your minds analize me
Your eyes penetrate me
Illusion, confusion,
I'm frightened, I'm helpless
Please leave me
I long to be free
I lie alone unable to remember
No face no names no eyes my brain just an amber
Kindle me prorect my barren matter
Whose seeds propagate yet still may shautter
They have emptied my head of its dreamind
Like paper out of a waste bin
And I yearned to be free
Cold is the climat dark is the atomic nigth
Searching and hoping guarding my mind from your sight
Your evel eyes watch me your evel hands touch me their cold
I can stand prison but even my conscience you hold
Let me be
Set me free
Probe me mold me
Reasemble my brain, my brain
Schizoid paranoid
Just terms, just names, just names
Why can't you leave me
Don't drive me insane, insane
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Altre recensioni
Di Robert Fripp
Ogni pezzo è un vorticoso e suggestionante incontro con gli abitanti di un paesaggio mistico e fantastico.
Non so più che dire se non: CAPOLAVORO!!! COMPRATELO!
Di Nonsoloprog
Ho voluto spegnere ogni luce, anche la più minuscola, e dissolvermi nel buio appresso a quelle digressioni tribali.
Qui mi proiettavo nell'iperspazio, e pazze urla ingigantivano la mia irrazionalità.. onnipotenza del suono.
