• Voto:
“Non c’era abbastanza musica che mi piacesse così mi sono messo
a farmela da me!”. Quante volte abbiamo pensato che bisogna aspettare
troppo tempo, per sentire un album che ci prenda davvero? Robert
Pollard leader vero e forse unica pedina fissa dei Guided By Voices, ha
ovviato al problema intraprendendo giovanissimo la carriera di
musicista. E, per dovere di cronaca, la musica che gli piaceva era
niente poco di meno che quella di Beatles, Wire, Big Star e Genesis.
Americani dell’Ohio i Guided by Voices, come già detto, hanno
cambiato spesso formazione, punto fisso l’ispiratissimo Frontman. Un
uomo iperproduttivo, tanto da sfioare medie di un disco all’anno, e in
venti anni di carriera fanno tanti dischi. Robert rappresenta una
figura atipica nel panorama musicale moderno. Se non altro per la sua
fecondità, un disco all’anno infatti è quanto di
più lontano possibile dalla routine imposta dalle major, fatta
di singolo-album-singoli-tour-tre anni di stallo. Non a caso I Guided
by Voices incidono per la Matador, che tutt’altro è che una
major.
I Nostri prediligono canzoni brevi intorno ai due minuti e album
farciti di pezzi. Tuttavia le loro opere risultano sempre riuscite,
compiute nonostante la scarsa durata. “EarthQuake Glu”, pubblicato
nell’agosto scorso, può essere un buon disco d’inizio per coloro
che ancora non conoscono il gruppo. Si tratta di un disco di pop
atipico, vicino al rock, veloce e coinvolgente. Le canzoni sono
incastri perfetti di melodie e testi, questi ultimi giunti ora alla
maturità; una
musicalità liquida e torbida allo stesso tempo. La voce di
Pollard alta e liscia a tratti ricorda Stipe. La loro
istintività e freschezza li pongono fra i primi del genere pop
indie lo-fi.
Una discografia sterminata dicevamo, ma sempre fedele a se stessa,
senza mai annoiare o cadere nella ripetitività. Insomma,
Pollard…e sai cosa ascolti!
Altamente consigliati. Un loro fan d’eccezione?!? Badly Drawn Boy,
può bastare?
Elenco tracce e testi
01 My Kind of Soldier (02:36)
Paralyze the chains
Soft the shelled remains
Stun the strike brigade
They are played
Out with cheek and hair
Take the right to bear
Teeth to bite them down
In the ground
My kind of soldier
You can ride on my shoulders
When you’ve won
Fight for the moment
Of control, when it opens
Then it’s gone
Introduce your pride
To the other side
Vaporize the trial
With denial
My kind of soldier
You can ride on my shoulders
When you’ve won
Fight for the moment
Of control, when it opens
Then it’s gone
06 Useless Inventions (02:53)
These times useless inventions
Satisfy inquiring minds
What about a piece of pretentions
In production of new schemes?
Realize a world of quick fix dreams.
Come on and purchase the new one
Be the first to strap it on
Lose antiquated fixations
That you cannot leave about
For a nice try change this model out
Feed on a stroke of brilliance sometimes
To cover up the oldness in your eyes
From noticing the coldness in our lives
Don't know if it's a miracle or a curse
Maybe we can help you to feel worse
These days useless inventions
Simplify or complicate
You've got the keys to the kingdom
That through which you could remove
That from small beginnings must improve
Feed on a stroke of brilliance sometimes
To cover up the oldness in your eyes
From noticing the coldness in our lives
Don't know if it's a miracle or a curse
Maybe we can help you to feel worse
Tap the curiosity of your youth
Are you seeking dead or taking truth?
Never knowing what will come up next
Will it be the panic switch or select?
Well, it's too late to change your connection
Didn't even get through inspection
Copyright divine interventions
Getting tired of useless inventions
Getting tired of useless inventions
Getting tired of useless inventions
Getting tired of useless inventions
Getting tired of useless inventions
07 Dirty Water (03:27)
mess me up, scratch liquid,
field tested, dirty water,
fell asleep, and found it boat.
cross my heart not to return,
watch it burn, dirty water, all of it .
flag torn, half rations,
steel rusted, dirty water,
found a tree and hitched me up.
brought me down to all i had done,
wouldn't float, dirty water, none of it.
08 The Best of Jill Hives (02:42)
Paid up, weathered, and type-O
Clad in gladstone, watch him go
Swimming ‘neath the microscope
Hello lonely, bless the nation
Mister skip to all or none
Wooden soldiers fall upon
Try to find what makes her tick
While they’re finding out what makes them sick
I don’t know where you find your nerve
I don’t know how you choose your words
Speak the ones that suit you worst
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed
Circle the ones that come alive
Save them for the best of Jill Hives
Been around and left you flat
Tragically decided that
Every child of God’s a brat
And she’s dying to escape them
But do we really need to see
All her punchdrunk history?
And which of it might hold the key
For the exit to her destiny?
I don’t know where you get your nerve
I don’t know how you choose your words
Speak the ones that suit you worst
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed
Circle the ones that come alive
Save them for the best of Jill Hives
I don’t know where you find your nerve
I don’t know how you choose your words
Speak the ones that suit you worst
Keep you grounded, sad, and cursed
Circle the ones that come alive
Save them for the best of Jill Hives
Number one in all our souls
Trifle in a crystal bowl
Fill it up with nine to five
Save them for the best of Jill Hives
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