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Sembra quasi un controsenso il titolo di questo album "Come Clean", che suona tutto tranne che pulito come sound.
Siamo nel 1997, dopo tre ep e due album studio, i Curve, superato un breve periodo di riposo quasi forzato, progetti solisti e problemi interni al gruppo, ritornano sulla scena abbandonando quel genere dark-shoegaze e avvicinandosi all'industrial, misto di ritmi elettronici e dance. Nonostante quest'inversione di tendenza, ritengo che questo "Come Clean" sia un album da non sottovalutare. Sarà che in questo periodo soffro di "Curvite cronica", sarà il caldo o quel che volete, ma questo sound sporco, l'utilizzo di campionamenti, quei sibili della Halliday a metà tra il cantato e il parlato così pacati, stonati e surreali da far rabbrividire e addentrare in un'atmosfera futuristica, stimolano giorno dopo giorno la voglia di voler questo duo di nuovo sulle scene.
L'album è tutto un misto di suoni distorti, c'è un mescolamento di canzoni molto più forti e dannatamente industrial ("Chinese Burn", "Dog Bone", "Cotton Candy"), altre più introspettive e cupe, con quel fascino dell'elettronica che le rende particolarmente piacevoli ("Coming Up Roses", "Something Familiar", "Beyond Reach", "Recovery"), altre ancora semplicemente folli ("Come Clean", "Killer Baby"). In effetti si sente molto l'influenza e l'avvento tecnologico, la mano di Alan Moulder, la ricerca di un nuovo sound, la rottura con il passato, le chitarre quasi inesistenti che lasciano il posto alle tastiere ed agli effetti. Non credo visti anche i successivi lavori sempre rivolti verso la sperimentazione di questo genere che i fan abbiano molto apprezzato questo cambio di stile, eppure nonstante ciò pochi album mi hanno affascinato al primo ascolto come questo, lasciandomi stordito ma allo stesso tempo soddisfatto e anche malinconicamente cupo.
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01 Chinese Burn (04:50)
She burns friends like a piece of wood
And she's jealous of me because she never could
Hold herself up without a spine
And she'll look me up when she's doing fine
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
She's just someone's favourite daughter
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies they're all the same
All the same
Crush her fame
Burn her name
She'll break a promise as a matter of course
Because she thinks it's fun to have no remorse
She gets what she wants and walks away
And she doesn't give a fuck what you might say
Because it cuts her up like Irish mortar
Mother's pride is what we taught her
Soiled and petty as we happily taunt her
Friend and enemy we're all to blame
{She'll burn us bad
She'll flaunt her fame
She'll make us remember, remember her name}x2
If she sits still like she knows she could
She could win this game and be the queen for good
Save herself up for the cream of the crop
Then she'll look us up when she's ready to stop
Because the rage it burns like Chinese torture
She's just someone's favourite daughter
Spoilt and ugly as she willingly slaughters
Friends and enemies are all that came
To burn her name
Crush her fame
Burn her name
Crush her fame
Burn her name
Crush her fame
Burn her name
We're all to blame
05 Alligators Getting Up (04:37)
Grow out of your obsessions
You think you're bad but I'm badder than you
'Cuz mine has come through consideration,
while your reaction is nothing new
So go on genius be who you are
You're so flat & one dimensional
If you go my way you won't go wrong
you'll find out where you really belong
If you search it out it will make you strong
then you'll go on & on & on & on
You want what's mine but you don't deserve it
One tenth is all you can have
Why care, why share?
Stamp your feet 'cuz life's unfair
Why care, why share?
Stamp your feet 'cuz life's unfair
If you go my way you won't go wrong
you'll find out where you really belong
If you search it out it'll make you strong
then you'll go on & on & on & on
You have to watch for the smallest details
just to stop the alligator from getting up
The alligator from getting up
The alligator form getting up
The alligator from getting up
12 Come Clean (02:16)
When will you come clean
Clean and lean and mean
When will you come clean
Clean and lean and mean
When will you come clean
Clean and lean and mean
When will you come clean
Clean and lean and mean
Come so far
I can't go back
Come so far
I can't go back
Come so far
I can't go back
Come so far
When will you wake up
Up to my loving stuff
When will you wake up
Up to my loving cup
When will you wake up
When will you wake up
When will you wake up
When will you wake up
I've been so far
I can't go back
I've been so far
I can't go back
I've been so far
I can't go back
I've been so far
I can't go back
When will you come clean
When will you wake up
Up to my loving cup
Up to my loving stuff
Clean and lean and mean
Clean and lean and mean
I've been so far
I can't go back
I've been so far
I can't go back
I've been so far
I can't go back
I've been so far
13 Recovery (04:48)
The months go by
And I don't think of you
The signal is frail
An imprint of what you do
So I turn up the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this
To my cost
But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane
The scent goes by
Still I smell of you
You say I cry
At the merest thought of you
So you let me down
To laugh at nothing
I have learnt this
For myself
But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane
So I turn up the sound
And you are nowhere
I have learnt this
To my cost
But I maintain
In the slow lane
I maintain
In the slow lane
Turn down the sound
You are nowhere
You let me down
To laugh at nothing
I have learnt this
To my cost
I have learnt this
For myself
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