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(Recensione scritta col senno di poi)
Con mio sommo disappunto ho scoperto che su queste pagine viene citato da più parti “The Ideal Crash”, mentre molti non hanno ascoltato il primo disco della band di Tom Barman.
Venivano da Antwerp, Belgio. Come dire da nessun luogo, almeno sul mappamondo indie. Era il 1994 e dal nulla comparvero i dEUS su Island Records. Il mio primo ricordo è il video di “Suds and Soda” in 120 Minutes, trasmissione di Culto di MTV presentata da Paul King (quello dei King e di “Love and Pride”).
Il marchio di fabbrica dei dEUS erano le ripetizioni monotone di una stessa nota o gruppi di note ( in termine tecnico “pedale”), spesso all’unisono con violino e chitarra, come nell’apertura di “Suds and Soda”: due note a singhiozzo che accompagnano tutto il brano, seguite da un chitarrone pesante. La canzone parte lenta poi veloce, si ferma, salta, riparte nel chorus ”suds and soda mix ok with beer, can i, break your sentiment”, mentre Stef Kamil Carlens il bassista inizia a urlare, anzi ad abbaiare ad intervalli regolari. Canzone costruita su 10 idee diverse. Grandissimi. Con break quasi zappiani, senza mai diventare così pesanti. Adrenalina.
Poi “Via”, che inizia con un tuffo in mare. E di nuovo le due note di violino sorelle di “Suds and Soda”, una distorsione e Tom che canta euforico, non si riesce a trattenerlo “gonna hit it against a rock…hit it” e ti viene voglia di saltare anche te. Poi anche qua si ferma e nel breakdown ci comunica “I skipped the part about love”.
Il capolavoro però è il pezzo più introverso “Hotellounge”, i brividi mi tornano ogni volta. Lenta ballata. È solo seduto al tavolo, nel bar di un hotel. Nella parte in crescendo, introdotta dal verso rassegnato “ ...and It’s so hard to keep the dream alive” introdotto da un TLATAK! di creepiana memoria chiude il verso con “and if all comes down to this I will...have another sigarette, I tend to forget…” una delle migliori costruzioni liriche mai sentite, è il tempo della memoria, soli ad aspettare e la conclusione logica di questo tumulto di pensieri è quella di accendersi una sigaretta. Il tempo è fermo. Non succede nulla, fumiamoci sopra. Non si può cambiare il passato.
Il resto è un mix di deliri pseudozappiani, isteria pixies e pavementiana, e cambi di tempo. E dinamiche. Ma grandi canzoni pop. Le parti deliranti sono sotto controllo, sempre funzionali al pezzo. Con mille strumenti, a quel tempo non necessariamente indie-ortodox, a cominciare dal violino che a volte sostituisce i feedback delle chitarre, le imita.
Questo disco rimane il loro capolavoro. “In A Bar Under the Sea”, titolo di benniana memoria non si ripeteranno e in “The Ideal Crash” neppure. That is.
Se vi piacciono i dEUS procuratevi questa pietra miliare. E se non vi piacciono ancora, pure. Non mi piacciono le recensioni scritte a posteriori, ma questa era necessaria.
Elenco tracce testi samples e video
02 Suds & Soda (05:17)
friday (several times throughout the song)
your pussy come on is dead and gone
it might as well be said so long
it's suds and soda a brain decoder
and can i wait for my decoder
get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
it's suds and soda a smile decoder
and can i get yeah what i ordered?
and there's always something in the air
sometimes,
suds & soda mix OK with beer
can i
can i break your sentiment
oh, you're just reminding me
can't see no person there
just wanna shout what the fuck...
jimmy ean is halloween
like kerosene for dee dee scene
it's suds and soda a brain decoder
and can i skip this thing i ordered
get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
it's suds and soda a vibe decoder
and can i get yeah what i ordered?
and there's always something in the air
sometimes,
suds & soda mix OK with beer
can i
can i break your sentiment
oh, you're just reminding me
can't see no person there
just wanna shout what the fuck...
and there's always something in the air
your face come on is dead and gone
you might as well be said so long
it's suds and soda a brain decoder
and can i wait for my devoter
get off get up you son of pop
the light below is bright on top
it's suds and soda a smile decoder
and can i skip yeah what i ordered?
and can i break your sentiment
so can i break your sentiment (x11)
friday, friday
04 Jigsaw You (02:29)
Fifty six falcon, across the old laundry, I tasted
Jigsaw you, how I hate to see this wasted
Thinkin' of a parallel
These lines won't cut but all it takes is finding some
Way to weld
Some way to weld
05 Morticiachair (04:27)
Now, let's talk about the time I had this morticiachair in my apartment
Right there in front of the living room as an open invitation to strangers
A cold machine might show
Smiling like a face, waiting for a telephone call, of a beloved feline
She is in a state and it's california, she's been there for quite a while
I've got no presents, I've got no presents
Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again
Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again
Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again
Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again
Drop the phone, take the plane and come back home again
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
By the time of my second car crash I got totally wired
Like in the days I cut myself up with a razor-blade, oh nostalgia
Lost myself in so many ways I didn't know what to think of him
Ah, maybe I think to much, I don't think so
Fell madly in love with a couple of beautiful ears
It's only a variation
Had long and boring conversations about nothing
Talked so much I bored myself to death
And the more I talk, the more I turn into a vegetable
God I'm such a fool
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
Taste of orange, orange, little christ
I'm in her bath-tub, consulted
Consulted, consulted, consulted
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
I'll behave won't you shame me, I'm into deep, won't you shame me
She knows where she rolls when she goes for the doorknob
Information, information
I'm bored, bored
Information
Turn
06 Via (04:16)
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it, I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it, I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it
I skipped the part about love, I skipped the part about love
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it, every minute and against the clock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it
I skipped the part about love, I skipped the part about love
I break my heart with a frying pan
Liar, liar, liar, liar, liar, liar
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, liar
I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, I'm gonna hit it and against the clock
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it, I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it, I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it, I'm gonna hit it and against the rock, hit it
I'm gonna hit it and against the clock, hit it
07 Let Go (02:00)
Every other day
Black and white and grey
Today
Every other night
I get so uptight
Tonight
I would say hello
To you my friend
Hello hello hello
Please don't break your head
Look around instead
Let go
Let go
08 Mute (04:04)
I, I knew a girl and she was a joker
Her hair was nicotine-brown and eyes of a joker
Her grass has a pale ginger green
Whatever that means
Together we saw they were building a building
Alone I see the building is there
Her grass has a pale ginger green
Whatever that means
Your mind goes, your mind goes, your mind goes
This has nothing to do with you, it's just the way that I turn you
Your mind goes, your mind goes, your mind goes
Cause this has nothing to do with you, it's just the way that I turn you
You see i, I knew this girl and she was a joker
And if she was so big, I guess I would smoke her
Her grass has a pale ginger green
She knows what it means
Your mind goes, your mind goes, your mind goes
Well this has nothing to do with you, it's just the way that I turn you
Your mind goes, your mind goes, your mind goes
And this has nothing to do with you
I'm calling it off, I'm taking it low, I'm staying ahead of our soul
I'm calling it off, I'm taking it low, I'm staying ahead of our soul
I'm calling it off, I'm taking it low, I'm staying ahead of our soul
I'm calling it off, I'm taking it low, I'm staying ahead of our soul
Your mind goes, your mind goes, your mind goes
Crawl so damn low
I'm calling it off your mind goes
I'm taking it low your mind goes
I'm staying ahead of our soul your mind goes
09 Secret Hell (05:05)
Hey I know there's more to this...
But I bought you a newspaper every Sunday
At the end just a huge pile of yellowed
Sunday telegraphs on the windowpane
We sang Three Blind Mice together:
"Three blind mice, three blind mice
who went in across the farmer's house.."
You know well
Just never tell
If someone's got a secret hell
Now you
You should be breakin' me
Sometimes I lose my head
I don't know nothing
You should be breaking me
Instead you let me hide behind your back
What goes around
Will come back down
Can someone get it out of town
I'm in this state
Kinda late
But tell me, don't it look just great?
You
You should be haunting me
Some drift get twisted before I even touch 'em
You should be scaring me
But don't I only scare myself?
So don't I only scare myself? (x5)
11 Hotellounge (Be the Death of Me) (06:28)
"This elevator only takes one down", she said "This place, this hotel lounge, it's my daily
bread, but I'm underfed" He asked, "Are you living in the night?
Cause I can tell you have a lousy imagination
And as a matter of speaking I hate this situation
But it happens to be one of my pickin'"
Cause it's so hard, to keep the dream alive
Cause if it all comes down to this, how will
You move me, you move me, you move me round and round, I guess
Take it back your analogue, it's on the other side of this
You move me, you move me, you move me round and round, I guess
Take it back your analogue, it's on the other side of this
Cause if it all comes down to this, how will
And then she said, "And have another cigarette"
I tend to forget
And hoisted the flag but it keeps hanging down
"You know this place, this hotel lounge
It's my life, it's my choice
And I'm in love with Ricky Lee Jones' voice"
Cause it's so hard to keep the dream alive
And if it all comes down to this, how will
You move me, you move me, you move me round and round, I guess
Take it back your analogue, it's on the other side of this
You move me, you move me, you move me round and round, I guess
Take it back your analogue, it's on the other side of this
You move me, you move me, you move me round and round, I guess
Take it back your analogue, it's on the other side of this
You move me, you move me, you move me round and round, I guess
Take it back your analogue, it's on the other side of this
You move me, you move me, you move me round and round, I guess
Take it back your analogue, it's on the other side of this
And if it all comes down to this
"This elevator only takes one down", she said, "this place in this same hotel"
Do you see that man in the left-hand corner
Do you see that woman their love-story's famous
12 Shake Your Hip (00:49)
So come on baby, baby, shake your hip baby, baby, come on
So come on baby, baby, shake your hip baby, baby, come on
So come on baby, baby, shake your hip baby, baby, come on
So come on baby, baby, shake your hip baby, baby, come on
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Di marcmat
I dEUS sono eccentrici, pazzerelloni, fanno suonare le chitarre come dei termosifoni ma sono anche raffinati.
Il ritornello fa saltare, carica, spacca... tutto ciò che volete.
