Ottimo questo disco dei Conershop (credo il 6° di una lunga serie ma potrei sbagliare) che segnò il lancio nel grosso del mercato musicale col singolo "Brimful of Asha" remixato da Norman Cook alias Fatboy Slim nel lontano 1997. Qui le contaminazioni dei generi sono all'ordine del giorno ed è una bella soddisfazione.
L'album si apre con il classico suono dell'harmonium indiano che dopo poche note presenta "Sleep on the Left Side" indolente e suggestiva col riff ipnotico del basso, l'incontro perfetto tra l'India e il Britpop. Si continua col singolo "Brimful of Asha" sopra citato che qui, a differenza del remix di Fatboy Slim, appare più mollo e stanco, con il ritmo in levare rilassato e senza mordente. Bello l'intermezzo musicale di "Butter the Soul" con tanto di suoni skrechiati e non sense sonori. Col brano "Chocolate" si arriva in territori dub con poca elettronica e molta voglia di sperimentare. Ancora il Sitar a sottolineare la demarcazione e l'appartenenza del gruppo, a introdurre "We're in yr Corner" una canzone quasi indiana col ritornello-mantra cantato come fosse una canzoncina pop. "Funky Days Are Back Again" dice tutto nel titolo, introducendo un bel tappeto ritmico sul cantato straniato di Tinder Singh, personaggio stralunato e costantemente spaesato (visto a Milano sembrava un pesce fuor d'acqua, anche sul palco). Con "What is Happening" si parte con le percussioni in stile classico raga per sovrapporsi a suoni, effetti larsen, distorsioni all'insegna dell'improvvisazione e dell'anima psicadelica che permea tutto l'album. Con "When The Light Appears Boy" i suoni vengono presi direttamente dalla strada (un mercato?) e messi a sottofondo al recitato ispirato e quasi religioso. Bello l'inserimento di una simil banda di paese che alleggerisce tutto dando una nota ironica e divertita al brano. Con "Coming Up" si torna a fare sul serio: sitar, batteria e campionamenti la fanno da padrona in questo strano e ipnotico miscuglio molto seducente. La successiva "Good Shit" si torna alla canzone tradizionale e, abbandonati gli sperimentalismi, si torna al pop d'autore, carino ma, dopo la sbornia precedente, abbastanza prescindibile. Con "Goo To Be On The Road Back Again" entra una splendida voce che non sono riuscito a trovare nei credits che ci riporta a una canzone dai forti connotati 60ies, che non sarebbe affatto stonata cantata a Woodstock nel 68... Arriva "It's Indian Tobacco My Friends" e si torna in territori trip hop/dub con un'atmosfera rarefatta, usando poca elettronica - e qui sta la grandezza - con un effetto magico e molto d'atmosfera. "Candyman" arriva con una specie di R&B indianizzato (in realtà un po' stanco) con velleità hip-hop nel parlato, stranianti e fuori contesto. "State Troopers" è l'ennesimo gioco di suoni che nulla toglie ma nulla aggiunge. E finalmente si chiude con la cover di "Norvegian Wood" con tanto di sitar e cantato indiano a rendere irresistibile e affascinante il brano del duo Lennon/McCarteny, conferendogli un'aurea mistica e psichedelica indimenticabile (oserei dire la perla dell'album).
Un album un tantino lunghetto ma che si ripaga ampiamente con le sue mille invenzioni e per aver saputo aprire (nel'97) il mondo musicale occidentale alle sonorità indiane e orientali portandoci in seguito il bangra, bollywood e i suoi derivati. Per molti una moda che si consumò nell'arco di qualche anno, per altri - me compreso- una bella scoperta che rimane tutt'ora.
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01 Sleep on the Left Side (04:06)
Sleep on the left side
Leave the right side free
Hope gets salted
As those around you leave
We're gonna let it up like India House on fire
We're gonna let it go
And let it go higher
Let it go
Sleep on the left side
Houcam is our call
We're gonna take it
That virgin fall
There's gonna be some
When we let it up
And let it breathe
And all the holes
Doused with grief
And planets up
And time to leave
No Asian fire
Will leave us dyre
Born again to Asian #lion#
There comes no telling
How it will be
What's turned to smoke
Was in our hearts
And planets up
What we have lost
Foot racing from kitchens
Down alleys through gulleys
Meeting every second hour
Never to come to terms with ?
Foot racing to Putabin Key
'cause there's too much going on
To jeer on green goddesses, local dignitaries and labor counselors
Always #in touch# by #way of# the community organ? we're about to be #orphaned#
Sleep on the left side
Keep the sword hand free
Arrrh, wuttevess gonna be is
Gone nu be
For the 7th time
WithOUT, tumbling disyre
Easy dizease
We're gonna let it known
And let it go slow, let it go
Sleep on the left side
Sleep on the left side
Some sounds
Some #burdens#
#Can# release
Some sounds
Some #burdens#
#Can# release
Some sounds
Some #burdens#
Sleep on the left side
02 Brimful of Asha (05:17)
eka sadi asha jena sadi sooka bella nah dinner bonothia ha kimmir kar ke.
There's dancing
Behind movie scenes
Behind the movie scenes
Sadi Rani
She's the one that keeps the dream alive
from the morning
past the evening
to the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
And dancing
Behind movie scenes
Behind those movie screens
Asha Bhosle
She's the one that keeps the dream alive
from the morning
past the evening
to the end of the light
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
And singing
illuminate the main streets
And the cinema aisles
We don't care bout no
Government warnings,
'bout their promotion of the simple life
And the dams they're building
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of Asha on the 45
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Mine's on the 45
Mohamed Rafi -45
Lata Mangeshkar -45
Solid state radio -45
Fer-guh-son mono -45
Bande publique -45
Jacques Dutronc and the Bolan Boogie, the Heavy
Hitters and the Chichi music
All India Radio-45
Two in ones -45
Argo Records -45
Trojan Records -45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of asha on the 45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of asha on the 45
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Mine's on the 45
seven seven thousand piece
Orchestra set
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Mine's on the RPM!!
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of asha on the 45
Brimful of Asha on the 45
Well it's a brimful of asha on the 45
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Everybody needs a bosom for a pillow
Everybody needs a bosom
Mine's on the 45
05 We're in Yr Corner (05:47)
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. Oshart mar mar
Ma rmar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. Oshart mar mar
Raja Rani, Ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Eh mar mar o’shaaaaarrrlllllll
Shorti shorti o’shari mar — hanji
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Raja Rani, Ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Ek Bani ek Kahani mar o’sharrrrrllllll
Arja — Ek mar mar O’shari
Hanji, Hasda Punjav
Tha(h) Jullander hasda
Sing: Mortey mortey mataey, mitti mitti lagardi
Mera(h) kore(h) te(h) chare(h)
Mere(h) nari arh
Hemi dervaja
Jhere ehse ameed nu band dar-sak-da(h)
That this truth can shut out
Mar mar o’sharte(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Raja Rani, ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Eh mar mar o’shaaarrrrllllll
Barkhlarff IBM tha Coca Cola, luk lamth
Mar mar o’sharte(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Mar mar o’sharle(h)
Ekuh. O’shari mar mar
Raja Rani, ek kahani
Shorti o’shari mar
Ek bani ek kahani mar o’shaaarrrrllll
Hanji
ek mar mas O’shari
IBM tha Coca Cola, muther fucker, Lak lamth
10 Good Shit (04:40)
Hey sey owh wo
Hey hey hey
Yeh yeey yehhh
Hey oh wo wo wo wo
Heey ya yey owwhh
Feeling good behind the wheel
I talke my doctor into Confidence
2 foots racing on the man-made blues
I feel the magic of the minimum dose, checking
Out the ani-mal heads
In the animal kingdom
Taking axe unto the turbulent sea
Making it retreat
To the chorus now
To the bonus beats half
The beats of Manhattan
From the middle of the heart
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all — God damn the pusherman
Arrrrh good shit: it’s the truth, it’s the truth
I’m on fireya
The flames a getting higher baybee
The flames a getting higher
I got it knee-depth down
To the good foot
Direct the traffic
On the disco floor
Free the constitution
and it won’t be long
And I’m not waiting
A Ne wYork minute more
One by one
We’re gonna take you lovers on
One by one
We’re gonna take you lovers on
Eastern claps on the one, then on the third
And I’m thinking
What mighty God we serve
Good shit
Heavy metal from the back of a stage
Tuesdays on a Tuesday government rate
An all day sucker praising the plastic
Leg spins and the waiting
I don’t give up on a good thing
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind
I want you each and all to switch yr tiny mind on
I want you each and all — God damn the pusherman
On the tail of the Lion of Judah
The flames are getting higher baybee
The flames are getting higher break it down
The flames are getting higher
The flames are getting higher baybee
The flames are getting higher
Arrh good shit
Walking intastate
With the worst attorney, Lord help me
Make your own mothers day
If feel the loneliness of headlamps
That come and pass me by
Make your own, mothers say
And that’s the double root
It’s the truth, it’s the truth
15 Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown) (02:27)
Mere(h) korlsi ek rani
Ja(h), shart me(h) kernar
Orde(h) korlai me(h)
Orne(h) orda kumera dukalis
He(h) nee eh huchae
Norwegian lukri
Orne(h) kyar rela(h) Tha(h) be(h)ja
Jitte(h) bi teri marji
Me(h) alle(h) dwalle(h) deklar
Kay(h) ohte(h) korsee nee si
Ma(h) duri te(h) be(h)gle Sume sorcheke(h)
Ordi sharab pyike(h)
Use dar buhjeh tac galla kitia(h)
Fa(h) ome(h) kuy-ar
Sohn da suma horgiar
Orne(h) dusia ke swernu karnte(h), jandi he(h)
Tah hassna shooru karditha
Me(h) ornu dusia, me(h) nee-jarna
Tha bathe betch solhm cha-leg-lar
Jad me(h) jargian, Me(h0 kul-ar se
Eh chirey beergh gey
Fer(h) me(h) aag jug ay see
He(h) nee eh huchee
Norwegian lukri
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