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Inizio la recensione con un doveroso accenno a quello che, al momento, è l'unico altro LP dei Finch, il precedente "What Is To Burn", da molti considerato come il miglior album della band. Uscito nel 2003, è un album dalle tinte emocore, dove si fa largo uso di ritornelli orecchiabili, passaggi abbastanza prevedibili, powerchord e ottave a profusione, il tutto comunque di buona fattura e mostrando sprazzi di talento, ma senza mai osare più di tanto. Ne risulta un disco "carino", di sicura presa sul pubblico più giovane e attratto da album più orecchiabili, ma che inesorabilmente fatica ad emergere dalla moltitudine di proposte simili.
Bene, detto questo, DIMENTICATEVI tutto ciò, i Finch di "Say Hello To Sunshine" sono (a mio modesto parere) anni luce avanti e danno prova di una maturità, un'ambiziosità e una consapevolezza dei propri mezzi nemmeno vagamente accennata nel capitolo precedente.
Se dovessi scegliere un solo aggettivo per descrivere "Say Hello To Sunshine", probabilmente sarebbe geniale, ma la lista dovrebbe proseguire con pazzo, malato, schizofrenico, irrazionale, un album composto in maniera superba, in grado di spiazzare anche l'ascoltatore più smaliziato, dove i Finch privilegiano soluzioni ricercate, come a voler dichiarare un neonato disprezzo per la banalità. Un disco più maturo, cupo e introverso del precedente, che si allontana dal genere emocore, abbandonando quel sound immediato e spensierato a cui i Finch ci avevano abituato. Caratteristiche preponderanti del disco sono infatti le ricercatezze e talvolta i contorsionismi ritmici e melodici, che anche se a tratti sembrano essere volutamente indigesti ("Ink" ne è un esempio lampante), non suonano mai forzati o sgraziati, frutto di una maturità compositiva stratosferica.
In questo disco troverete di tutto un po' : dissonanze, tempi dispari, ritmiche sincopate, urla, controtempi, ma anche delicate melodie, ambizione armonie, questo ed altro vi si infilerà in testa facendovi fischiettare, tamburellare, canticchiare o semplicemente dare di matto per gran parte della giornata. Tutti i componenti del gruppo hanno fatto un lavoro superbo, un impeccabile sezione ritmica, la parti di chitarra a dare un contributo fondamentale, sia armonico che melodico alle tracce, ma il vero protagonista del disco, quello che lo rende un album eccezionale, è soprattutto il cantato di Nate Barcalow.
Di inequivocabile e dichiarata ispirazione pattoniana (ascoltate per esempio "The Casket Of Roderick Usher"), Nate da un contributo inestimabile al disco e ad ogni singola traccia, nonostante la musica sia sempre ad altissimi livelli, la voce di Nate è l'elemento di maggior spicco e la vera perla di "Say Hello To Sunshine". Urla, parti melodiche, sussurri, voci che si inseguono, Nate è ineccepibile in ogni frangente e offre una prestazione da degno erede di Mr. Patton, l'impressione che ne ho avuto è che abbia messo veramente l'anima in questo disco.
Non scendo volutamente in ulteriori dettagli sulle singole tracce, anche perchè ognuna ha un motivo per cui varrebbe la pena menzionarla, delle 14 tracce nemmeno una è di "contorno" e le caratteristiche elencate in precedenza non sono distribuite tra le varie canzoni del disco, ma presenti contemporaneamente in quasi ogni singolo brano.
In estrema sintesi 50 minuti di post-hardcore splendidamente interpretato da questi 5 ragazzi, che offrono una luminosa dimostrazione di coraggio e personalità.
Scrollandomi di dosso per un attimo il personale innamoramento per questo disco, devo ammettere tuttavia che "Say Hello To Sunshine" è un album che si ama o si odia senza vie di mezzo, in ogni caso ascoltatelo e decidete da che parte stare.
Elenco tracce testi e samples
01 Insomniatic Meat (04:24)
Oh my god.
I think I'm blind
I've found one color won't suffice
You promised,
sleep tonight
Call it a whisper that comes from
The distance
To protect all your children
One more, one more, one more minute
To fight off the bad guy...
Now go to sleep
Nightmares make these scars
A stomach's bloody hole
Sinking quicksand eyes
Makes for heavy sight
It's painless to float above the earth
Like this
Tie me to a chair, subconsciously
Surrendering
Now that I'm awake
It's hard for me to make believe
Blood between the sheets,
Insomniac meat oh - I can't shut my eyes
Void of nightmares, leading upstairs
Do I follow? - I can't shut my eyes
Tie me to a chair, subconsciously
Surrendering
Now that I'm awake
It's hard for me to make believe
This is the worst thing that you have ever done [x8]
03 Brother Bleed Brother (03:41)
Hate sin, not the sinner,
A mold of ugliness thrown into the fire.
Brother bleed brother,
What have you done my son with your desire?
I’ll hold my breath, until the end.
A prayer for us to make it through.
I’ll hold my breath...
Miles of conviction to carry the weight of all your own mistakes.
Open your eyes,
In the end of everything, everything dies.
And I'd die for you, and I'd die.
And I'd die for you, and I'd die.
Sifting seasons through the sand. (Time moves so slowly)
Spitting treason in your hand. (I won't hear it)
Sifting seasons through the sand. (Time moves so slowly)
Spitting treason in your hand. (I... I won't hear it)
I’ll hold my breath, until the end
A prayer for us to make it through.
I’ll hold my breath, I'll hold my breath,
I’ll hold my breath...
04 A Piece of Mind (03:05)
Treacherous hold on me
With daggers for teeth
A pound of flesh for regret
Tied to marionette
Limp around my neck
Who knows which way to go?
Charcoal burnt sunrise
Sent by the river
To tell me lies (tell me lies)
Cold shades of sanity
Are bleeding over
I broke apart the disguise
The demon lives in the eyes, and
Underneath your breath
A softly spoken
Death
I hate that it tastes this way
Medicine gets so stale
A cut from a piece of mind
Then will you listen
I'm only me
"This man is using his mind as a weapon...
... And woe betide the creature who
Steps into his garden"
Let's see if I can't get it on me
Let's see if I can't get him all over my hands
"He's had another attack"
There's nothing bringing me back
Sailor says full mast
Following the sun
I hate that it tastes this way
Medicine gets so stale
A cut from a piece of mind
Then will you listen
I'm only me
A cut from a piece of mind
Then will you listen
A cut from a piece of mind
Then will you listen
Where are you? -
- (Where are you?)
Where are you? -
- (Where are you?)
05 Ink (03:35)
I climb the mountain top, I saw the bottom drop.
I cling to drift wood, I swim in the deep world.
Words unspoken, seem so foreign.
Have you hear this one?
The hair on the back of your neck stands.
Another way out, another way out...
The army ants have escaped.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up.
Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany.
Fang bite tarantula, taste of my symptoms.
Gasoline and a pistol, blood filling the bathtub.
Swollen eyelids, baffled by this.
Tell us what you see?
The hair on the back of your neck stands.
Another way out, another way out...
The army ants have escaped.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up.
Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany.
I've bit my lip for the last time.
Fog lifts up, for the blind.
Free of body, free of mind.
I'll build my mold up, rest inside
Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood.
Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood.
The hair on the back of your neck stands up.
Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany.
The army ants have escaped...
The hair on the back of your neck stands up.
Ink runs into my cup, I sip epiphany.
Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood.
Ink spills on paper, paper spells my blood.
06 Fireflies (03:28)
Communications down
I float without
A light to lead me back
I'm lost again
They say silence is golden
Loneliness never shined like this
Diseased the leper sits
The leper is me
Fireflies illuminate your eyes
The moon will lead me back to earth again
Caught between the stars
A well lit drowning
Darkness mocks me with
A broken compass
So I swim in a sea
Of distress
Broken down, and helpless
The leper sits diseased
The leper is me
Fireflies illuminate your eyes
The moon will lead me back to earth again
Floating all alone
Floating all alone
Fireflies illuminate your eyes
The moon will lead me back to earth again
Fireflies illuminate your eyes
The moon will lead me back to earth again
Fireflies illuminate your eyes
The moon will lead me back to earth again
Fireflies illuminate your eyes
The moon will lead me back to earth again
07 Hopeless Host (04:19)
Feel the pain
(Corroded arteries exposed to cold skin)
Feeding me
(Diastolic curdled oxygen)
I look suspicious when I look
In the mirror
Swallow placebo and the
Mountain gets steeper
Stomach won't digest demons
One wound for every reason why
Pills are contagious
Prayers for ageless sight
Monsters religion
Bleed me through to midnight
Peeking red
(Another episode of playing pretend)
Medicine
(Cut the feed for one moment)
Release endorphins and then it's over
Hands of the shadows grope at dirty diseases
Somebody tell me why I should believe this
One more unknown condition
One wound for every reason why
Pills are contagious
Prayers for ageless sight
Monsters religion
Bleed me through to midnight
Pills are contagious (pills are contagious)
Prayers for ageless sight
Monsters religion (monsters religion)
One more, one more
Try as I may
Inside... this creature's still alive
Try as I may
Inside... this creature's still alive
Focus on the fire burning
Virus in me
Hopeless host hooked to a wire
Keeping me
Focused on the fire burning
Virus that is me... (a hopeless host)
Sickness, Sickness
Is crumbling me, born into
Disease stomach
Won't digest demons mother please
I beg. Just finish the stitch
Sew me up to live
08 Reduced to Teeth (03:53)
Behind a mask,
A man can bask
Only for so long
Before being exposed to the sun
The moon is up, a whisper of,
"'Till death do you wrong."
Patients bother a patient doctor.
Plastics itch, and bandages.
The aftermath won't add up to this.
The fever breaks,
And it would take a masochist
TO LIVE LIKE THIS.
Buried my wife today.
Restitution for my sanity.
Chasing demons dressed like me.
Their eyes are not like mine.
Ignorance is divine.
Instincts are reduced to teeth
That bite the hand that feeds.
Fear thy father, love thy martyr.
The verdict of the jury hung
On the weight of what has become.
A starry night, a vengeful wish, "IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!"
Buried my wife today.
Restitution for my sanity.
Buried my wife today.
Restitution for my sanity.
Sound the alarm, and make no mistake about this.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Have been sent to put this boy back together again.
But somehow,
He must have been predicting the fall.
CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS!
A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN!
RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES!
You've got to wash your hands of this.
CAGED RATS, EXPERIMENTS!
A BRAIN WITH NO OXYGEN!
RELEASE ALL THE HOSTAGES!
You've got to wash your hands of this.
This...
This...
The verdict of the jury hung
On the weight of what has become.
A STARRY NIGHT, A VENGEFUL WISH, "IT DOESN'T HAVE TO BE LIKE THIS!"
MURDER!
MURDER!
MURDER!
MURDER!
09 A Man Alone (04:16)
Woke up this morning without a face.
I've fooled myself again.
I've sold myself again.
Another wasted day counting shades of gray.
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace.
A casual line.
A sip of wine to sympathize
While you're laughing.
But on the inside
I've lost the insight that just might be the truth...
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
I pick my teeth out of the mud,
And sink the sun.
"What have you done?"
I cut the bandages,
Remove the oxygen.
"Hey man, what's with that stupid grin?"
I cut and bleed myself along.
A man alone can do no wrong.
Another wasted day counting shades of gray.
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace.
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
OLD MAN LONELINESS is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
Taste of sunSHINE!
DEVIL ON MY TOES!
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
"These hands; they've made for you..."
(No sympathy for the Devil.)
(God gave him wings, God gave him wings.)
"Your wings that stick to you..."
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to wait for it.
It's dirt beneath your fingertips.
It hurts too much to WAIT FOR THIS.
Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
OLD MAN LONELINESS is a son of a bitch!
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch!
CUT OFF ALL LOOSE TIES, and bleed for days!
WHO COULD STAND VEINS with friends like these?
Taste of sunshine!
DEVIL ON MY TIME!
Ha ha, man alone.
10 Miro (03:13)
Slumber has erased me.
Comfort is only skin deep.
A dirty mirror is reason.
To digest, correct in medicine.
I burned up, I burned up...
Ablaze upon re-entry, slow down...
I woke up, I woke up...
Face down along the shoreline, paradise is mine.
Shadows, and living trees,
Reach out to embrace me.
This place here is where we don't exist.
He carries dead weight with his fist.
I burned up, I burned...
Ablaze upon re-entry, slow down...
I woke up, I woke up...
Face down along the shoreline, paradise is mine.
You can take it with you, You can take it with you.
Frame by frame we begin to change skeletons and robot brains.
She found a book thats writes itself, that plays it all upon a stage,
Over and over again, over and over again,
Where is the end?
11 Ravenous (02:39)
Below the earth lies a serpent
Fire and brimstone
Remove the backbone
Say hello to sunshine
Wake up, you're baptized
The temple is me
Something to believe in
Is something to be
The evidence is all we taste
Under the skin the heart is pumping
What brought you to this?
Meat once was useless
Focus on the fiction
Lose sight of the vision
The temple is me
Something to believe in
Is something to be
The evidence is all we taste
Man makes changes
Man wants everything!
Man makes changes
Man wants everything!
Everything, everything
12 Bitemarks and Bloodstains (04:39)
"Meier may we be this way forever,
And tell me lover,
What will become of the others?"
Bones, skin, nails, and flesh.
On a bed of lack of passion.
A medieval consequence.
They worry you with all the talk of how you're not their kind.
Now I'm stealing her body
And taking it home.
There is always one more fall.
Maladjusted you must trust me darling.
Subsequently, you see, you deserve more than me.
They bury you while wearing garments
Of funeral fire.
Now I'm stealing her body
And taking it home.
There is always one more fall.
Now I'm stealing her body
And taking it home.
There is always one more fall.
This will hurt you.
It's killing me. (This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye)
This will hurt you.
It's killing me. (This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye)
This will hurt you.
It's killing me. (This is the salt in my side, this is the thorn in my eye)
This will hurt you,
And I will too, and I will...
BLOODLUST, BLOODLUST... for this girl.
BLOODLOSS, BLOODLOSS... for this boy.
BLOODLUST, BLOODLUST... for this girl.
BLOODLOSS, BLOODLOSS... for this boy.
This boy...
Another puncture wound,
And once again, FORGIVE OUR SINS!
Now I'm stealing her body
And taking it home.
There is always one more fall.
Now I'm stealing her body
And taking it home. (This is forever.)
There is always one more fall. (This is forever.)
14 Dreams of Psilocybin (03:53)
All along the water's edge,
The ripples curl and bend,
As the moon bleeds.
"Satire's no match for a matter of fact." (That's blasphemy!)
There's got to be another way.
I wrote it down in blood:
"Never forget my love".
Faith as endearing AS THE OTHER SIDE!
Before nightfall, cast a broken shadow,
Much too tall. "Look, it's just me!"
Graveyard pulls apart the earth,
Revealing all the broken hearts!
I'm not the only one who bleeds.
I wrote it down in blood:
"Never forget my love".
Faith as endearing as the other side.
I'm on this freight train with creeping suspicion.
HELL TO PAY!
Glassy eyeballs feeling red.
Painful voices in your head.
And he walked to the stone to engrave
His claim of a thousand souls filled
With shame reaching to the highest
Notch at the top.
With the blood of his wisdom he began
To call on the names of
The vain and the week willed alike,
"I will have you."
Anoint you, wrap you in lies, to
Devour you all in the blink of an eye, in the presence
Of His Majesty.
The rise and fall of the hands that begat the
Writing on the wall, dripping with blood,
"Never forget my love".
It's criminal, more than you know,
The loss in your eye...
It's critical...
It's critical now,
The look in my eye...
I have damned myself
To hear this out
One more time around!
I have damned myself
To hear this out
One more time!
I wrote it down in blood:
"Never forget my love".
Faith as endearing as the other side.
I'm on this freight train with derailed suspicions.
Writing it all down in blood!
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